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ironmandeficiency · 8 months

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the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

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faeriichaii · 2 months

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hey I've read several of your fics and I really love your writing and I was wondering of you'd be in a mood for one thorin x reader request where thorin comes to visit bilbo in the shire some time after botfa and goes to the green dragon with him where he gets absolutely mesmerised with the reader who is a singer there?? it's heavily inspired by the song "killing me softly with her song" by Perry Como. could be any genre really. I've had this idea for so long but am absolutely terrible at writing

Symphony of Your Life ~ Thorin x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! I am happy to hear that you have enjoyed my stories so far :) I am so sorry that it took me so long to write it rip but now it is here and I hope you like it!! <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (I think??) not proof read!!! ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.4k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Thorin went to visit his old friend Bilbo in the Shire once more, without expecting to be enchanted by a melodic voice that fills not just his ears but also his heart.

“I am grateful for your visit old friend.” Bilbo said, giving Thorins shoulder a pat before entering the Green Dragon Inn. “Well, it has been quite a while since we parted ways and you went back home to the shire.” The dwarven king followed after the hobbit into the filled place. People were drinking away, while telling the ones closest by about stories of their past. Others were eating away the food that was served on their plates. The inn was filled with a lively atmosphere, making Thorin relax slightly, the stress of the past months leaving his body.

Bilbo pulled out one of the wooden chairs and made himself comfortable, before looking around in search of the waitress. “So Thorin, tell me, what has been happening in Erebor after I left?” “Well, we began to slowly regain back the power Erebor once had.” Thorin sat opposite of the hobbit, before continuing with his story. “We are also making sure to not keep too much gold in the mine. Also, the trading between Mirkwood and Erebor is livelier than ever.” “Excuse me for the lil wait, but what can I get ya two fellows for the night?” A woman asked them, her eyes moving between the two men.

“I would just like to get a pint of meat for now.” The dwarven king said, his eyes moving from the waitress to the performer behind her. Soft tunes filled his ears, followed by a gentle voice telling an old tale from the past. Your mind was focused on the song you were playing and he could feel the emotions that you put into every syllable that passed your lips. Fingers gently tugging on the strings of your Lyre, making him wish to walk closer to hear even more of this beautiful melody.

“Thorin, are you alright?” Bilbo asked him, taking a sip of his drink. The king didn’t even notice that the waitress already served them their order. “Yes of course. I just am enjoying the song.” And with that he turned his attention back to you. You were walking off of the makeshift stage and danced through the small passage of people. A bright smile graced your lips as you heard a group of men hollering along with you, almost drowning your own voice with theirs. Continuing your way to every single corner and crevice of the inn, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves.

You loved performing. It was what made you happy, even when you were younger. Your older brother even taught you how to play the Lyre and you remember constantly joining him for his small performances in various different inns around your hometown. He was the sole reason for you now standing in the middle of a packed room, surrounded by various different people who were dancing and singing together with you. Strumming the last tune on your lyre you finished the song with a bow. Applause as well as praise was washing over you, as you looked around the crowd.

The bright faces of the people around you filling you with warmth. That was until you caught onto a pair of stale blue ones. His gentle smile was almost unnoticeable in the dark room, as you studied him a little more. You recognize him from one of the many tales that bards have sung in inns you have visited with your brother. Thorin Oakenshield. So, you rushed back onto the makeshift stage and strummed your Lyre.

“My dear guests, I really hope you enjoyed today’s performance as much as I did. This right now might sound like a farewell already, but I have one last performance before I will leave you for the night. It is a special song, most of you know.” People around you began to mumble, trying to guess which song you will play next. “As most of you already know, many songs played are retellings of famous stories of middle earth. And as you might know, me and my brother began to rewrite some of them as well. And as some of you might know, I am especially proud of the one song we wrote about the one and only Thorin Oakenshield.”

The crowd began to cheer, as you looked at the man in question. His eyes darkened at the mention of him and his life story being turned into a song. He would have expected anything, even the song of how the company and him got Erebor out of the clutches of the dragon. But his life story? How could a mere mortal even know half of his story?

You strung the first few melodies of the song. Your melancholy voice once more entrancing the people occupying the inn. Their eyes intently focused on you. But your own mind was only focused on the dwarven king right in front of him. You wanted to touch his soul with the words and retelling you once wrote together with your brother. You needed him to see that you knew his pain, even if you weren’t around him. You wanted him to know that his pain was shared and that he was not the only one who had to pass through tough times. You wanted him to know that you understood him.

Thorins heart warmed at the words that were dedicated to him. He didn’t expect you to completely put him under your spell and enchant him by the way you were telling his story. He expected things to be painful, but you made sure to put warmth and love, as well as care into every word. From the moment you mentioned the tragic death of his father, followed by the definition of his name, you thought about every little detail in his story. And it warmed his heart. You even mentioned how he conquered Erebor back for the dwarves and how he got rid of the dragon Smaug. Even the battle of the five armies was mentioned in your song. It almost felt like you have been around him since day one, watching every step he took on his journey. Almost as if you were a part of the company yourself.

After the last note passed from the Lyre and you sung the last melody of the song, you heard the applause of the people around you. Smiling brightly, you bowed once more, however your mind was still stuck onto the king who you just sung about. Letting your eyes travel across the people, you notice that the seat he had occupied during his stay in the inn was now empty. Slight pain squeezed your heart. You hated when people just left during your performances. Especially the ones the story is all about.

Descending from the small makeshift stage, you began to put away your Lyre into its case. Getting ready, to leave for the night you were stopped by a person in front of you. He was slightly shorter than you and you immediately recognized his blue eyes. “I hope I am not interrupting.” “Not at all my king.” You quickly said, straightening your posture. “I hope you liked the song. I wrote it together with my brother, as a small tribute to all the heroic things you have accomplished over the time.”

A smile graced the kings’ lips, which made you feel a little bit more at ease. “I was a little surprised, I didn’t expect to hear any song about me. Especially one that was so detailed.” You intently listened to every word that passed his lips, fingers tightly holding onto the case of your Lyre. “I did enjoy it though. It was very touching and it did make me think about some… things.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Would you perhaps consider writing more songs? I mean about the dwarven kings and maybe Erebor?”

Your eyes widened at this proposition, never expecting these words to pass Thorins lips. “My king I-“ “Just call me Thorin.” “Thorin I… don’t know what to say. This is a big honour for me and I would love to accept this offer, but why would you ask me of all the wonderful and talented people of middle earth to work on such an important project?” You asked him, still flabbergasted at the words of the king.

“Well, I do enjoy the sound of your voice and your song about my story touched my heart like none before. I also think that Erebor deserves a song of it’s own, so it would only be fitting, to ask you for this important job.” A bright smile graced your lips. “In that case, I would happily take up your offer and write the most beautiful symphony for Erebor.” Erebor, the city that once belonged to the beast called Smaug. Erebor, the city of hope and chances.

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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Queen of Mirkwood

Pairing: Legolas x fem!human!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Backstory: You and the rest of the dwarf company were taken captive by King Thranduil. But while Thorin’s hate for elves grows stronger, you find yourself developing feelings for Prince Legolas. He visits nightly and stays to talk of the adventures you’ve been on. When Bilbo comes to free the company, you follow without hesitation. The last thing you expected was an orc attack, or the terrible consequences that would come after...

Warning: Description of injuries, canon typical violence

“Kili, no!” You screamed, watching in one of the barrels as Kili collapsed from an arrow to the leg.

Thorin roared. The dwarves surrounding you were scrambling to fight. But fight what? Enemies were on all sides, elves and orcs attacking both the company and one another. Thorin had ordered you to stay by his side, but once Kili went down you could not simply stand by.

Giving Thorin an apologetic look, you scrambled out of the barrel and hopped back onto the river bank just in time to fight an orc barehanded. With a few skillful blows you pushed the beast into the water, but not before disarming him of both his swords.

With a terrible snarl, the orcs turned their attention from Kili to you, surrounding you on every side. Blades poised, you met each one head on, dispatching them with ease.

“What kind of magic is this?” An orc howled.

A smile played along your lips. “I take it you’ve never fought a woman before.”

You continued to fight them, glancing over at the dwarves whenever you could. They were nearly past the gates. Kili was with them, after having all but fallen into one of the barrels. The wound that they arrow caused seemed severe. And the chance of poison was great. Your heart twisted painfully at the thought.

Thorin called your name. “Hurry!” He gestured to the barrels.

You fought through the last of the orcs and broke into a run, shoving an elf out of the way as you started for the top of the gate where Kili had just been. But this proved to be a fatal mistake. The elf behind you drew his sword. You heard the slash of metal and turned, just barely blocking his blade with yours.

It wasn’t enough. Thorin gave a cry of anguish as the tip of the blade sank into your shoulder, withdrawing only to slash along your legs. You fell to your knees with a cry of pain, staring up at your attacker as your only way of escape disappeared down the river.

You tried to say something smart but found yourself struggling for air, a hand clasping your shoulder as the elf aimed his sword at your chest. You tried to stand and were met with a shock of pain, sending you back to your knees with a barely repressed whimper. You stared up at your attacker through tendrils of wet hair. “Do it then.” You hissed. “Kill me.”

“Lower your weapon.”

The voice caused you to look, the labored breaths in your chest growing even more stuttered at the sight of Legolas approaching you. You struggled to get up again, this time using a nearby tree for support.

“Stay down before the prince.” The elf shoved you back down.

“You will stand down immediately!” Legolas sheathed his sword and knelt down beside you, taking in your bloody, disheveled state. “What do the orcs want with Thorin?”

“I’ll die before I tell you.” You winced as the wound in your shoulder began to hurt, badly. Blood was soaking your shirt through, causing it to stick to your skin.

“Please,” the softer sound of Legolas’s voice betrayed the nights you had spent talking to him, the sensation you felt when his hand first touched yours. Part of you wanted to trust him, the part that had grown to long for his visits to your jail cell. But you knew what side he was on, and it was a side you would never agree with.

But as your blood mingled with the dirt below and Legolas moved closer all of these thoughts and reasons began to blur. You shook your head and moved away, your back hitting the tree behind you. “Just kill me.”

“Thranduil will want to question her.” The elf who attacked you was watching you with disgust.

“You are dismissed.” Legolas shot him an icy look before returning his attention. “Listen to me, you are bleeding.”

“I will not become a prisoner again.” You hated the way your voice broke, revealing your fear.

“And I will not have you die.” Legolas moved once more, ignoring your weakening resistance as he pulled you into his arms.

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“Did you ever tell him?”

You looked over at Thorin seated atop his throne, the two of you observing the great celebratory feast being held in his great hall. It was a wonderful gathering, and it warmed your heart to see men, elves and dwarves getting along. Even Thranduil seemed to be enjoying himself, talking amongst his soldiers as he drank from a luxurious silver goblet.

“Tell him what, my king?” You looked over at where Thorin was regarding you.

“After you were captured, and Legolas cared for you until you were well enough to follow our trail. Did you tell him anything?”

You smiled. “I did not. An orc they captured supplied everything. I promise I was faithful to the quest, Thorin.”

“I am not so sure about that, my lady.” Thorin smirked, his eyes alight with a happiness unlike any other you had seen before.

“My lady,”

You looked to see Legolas approach where you sat, bowing before you with a gentle smile. He held out his hand. “Will you dance with me?”

You smiled back. “Of course, my love.” You glanced back at Thorin. “My king.”

Thorin nodded, his warm chuckles sounding in your ear as you and Legolas, your love, your betrothed, made your way into the middle of the room and began to dance to the music.

And that was how you became queen of Mirkwood.

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

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The Hobbit x Neko heterochromic teen reader part 2.

The company is at Beorn’s house (I made the image above from my Samsung phone like 2 years ago)

It's been 3 months since I meet the company, over the time I've been with them they became like a family to me Thorin and Bilbo were like parents, Gandalf, Balin, Dori and Oin were like grandfathers (Dori being the cooler one), Dwalin, Gloin, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur, and Nori we're like uncles, Fili, Kili, and Ori were like the big brothers I never had. Bilbo was on the look out for Orcs but said he saw a huge bear and that's when Gandalf said something about a house near bye, we ran until we got to the house with the huge bear not far behind us, we all got into the house and slammed the door.

Thorin: "what is that?"

Gandalf: "that is our host!"

It then came to me that our host is a skin changer how do I know?

S/N told me stories about skin changers and how they’re animal forms are bigger than the ones we see, I was snapped out of my thoughts when Gandalf said we should rest since we leave for a place called Mirkwood in the morning.

In the morning:

My eyes fluttered open as Ori woke me as we are meeting our host I followed Ori to the door as the company began walking out one by one as Gandalf introduced them to a very tall man chopping wood he was very hairy more than Gandalf and the Dwarves he had a beast like face but other than that he was handsome as my sister told me "never judge a person by their appearances!", "ahh and here is our youngest Y/N L/N, dear say hello to our host Beorn." I looked up at Mr Beorn and gave a polite warm smile "Hello it is a pleasure to meet you Mr Beorn!" the company looked up at Mr Beorn as he walked up to me patted my head urning a purr from me making every one aww at me as I purred "little kitten has manners." Mr Beorn said with a smile.

Back inside Mr Beorn made us breakfast.

As I ate my porridge I heard him say something about being the last of his race "I know how you feel." all eyes turned to me with sympathy but Mr Beorn broke the silence "I heard that there are only 2 members of the half cat race left." I looked up "the other was my sister, she was killed by orcs trying to help our village 3 months ago, but I managed to run into the company my new family.” As I said that everyone had small tears coming through their eyes Mr Beorn smiled "little kitties heart is in the right place, no child should go through something so tragic, though I don't like dwarves they are greedy and blind, blind to the lives they deem lesser than their own." as he says this he picks up one of the mice scattering on a chess board. I managed to control my urge to ponce on it since Mr Beorn cares about his animals, "but orcs I hate more, Plus kitten needs new clothes her old ones barely look like cloths." I looked down and saw that he was right. My skirt, outer corset, sleeves, and leggings were shredded and looked more like rags. I was given new clothes by Beorn (imagine above but the tunic is in your favorite colors) I put my choker, pendant, armband, boots, belt, fingerless gloves and cloak back on but when I took off my old clothes I saw my late dad's sword attached to the back of my old dress "sis must have put it there before I ran." I attached it to my belt and got out to meet with the company they nearly fanboyed at the sight of me "you look amazing Sister," big brother Ori said in awe, Thorin saw my Sword "have you always had that?" I looked at Dad's sword "it belonged to my late father, he was a warrior but retired after my late mother fell pregnant with me." everyone was so amazed but saddened by the tale "it must be hard growing up without your parents little one but your still strong your family would be so proud of you, now what do you need!?"

We are now riding to Mirkwood but before we go Beorn told us to be careful of the forest as it will drive us to insanity. We finally made it to a haunted looking forest "somethings not right about these place!" I thought while gazing at the dark forest that had Eru knows what roaming around in It.

As we stoped I could see Beorn in his bear form in the distance "may Eru be with you new friend." I whispered until Gandalf said "reales the ponies, let them return to their master!" as we released them Gandalf took his horse to go somewhere (as usual🙄) but before leaving he said "stay on the path", we walked in and I felt a dark energy from the forest as if it's been ill for centuries.

#the hobbit #platonic #mirkwood elves #thranduil #legolas #neko reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #teen reader #heterochromia #tauriel #bard the bowman #gandalf

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Together Part 2- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Sienna Hollyfoot

Description: The Battle of the FIve Armies nearly kills Thorin, but he’s a survivor. When he wakes up he wishes to have a word with his fiance.

Word Count: 2.2k

That fight was much longer than the previous ones. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and it only got more difficult when Bilbo was knocked out by Bolg while both Sienna and Dwalin were distracted. By the end of it she’d received a slashed cheek amongst other injuries, but thankfully that was the worst of it. She had no idea where Dwalin had gone, but she didn’t think about it as her focus was on Bilbo.

She rushed over to him, landing on her knees beside him. Carefully, she pressed a hand to his chest and lowered her head until it was just above his lips. He was still breathing, which she thanked the gods for. Now that she was sure he was alive, she sat up and carefully began shaking him.

“Bilbo, wake up,” she said urgently. It took a few minutes, but the Hobbit finally opened his eyes. He looked around confusedly before his gaze was directed towards the sky. Sienna had no time to say anything before she suddenly heard a bird’s screech above. She followed Bilbo’s line of sight, then smiled when she realized that the Great Eagles had arrived.

“The Eagles are coming,” the Hobbit muttered with a smile, sitting up. The girl nodded, then looked around before facing him.

“Come, we must find Thorin,”: she instructed urgently. They stood in unison and ran towards the river. There, they saw Azog on the ground, motionless with a sword sticking straight out of his gut. The Dwarf in question at the edge of the waterfall, but something didn’t feel right. Sienna’s brows furrowed in confusion, then her eyes widened when her fiance suddenly fell to the ground, grasping his gut.

“Oh Gods,” she gasped out, running over to him with Bilbo right behind her. “Thorin!” Just like with the Hobbit, she landed on her knees beside him, resting her hand on the hand that covered his gut. The King’s eyes opened weakly, examining both her and Bilbo.

“Sienna… Bilbo… I’m glad you’re here,” he trailed off slowly, lifting his free hand to Sienna’s cut cheek. “You’re hurt.”

“Don’t move,” the girl instructed quickly, taking his hand and lowering it to his side while still keeping a hold on it. “I’ll be fine. You need to lie still.” The Dwarf nodded, then his eyes landed on Bilbo.

“I wish to part from you in friendship,” Thorin muttered softly. His words brought tears to both Bilbo and Sienna’s eyes as the Hobbit shook his head.

“No. You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You’re going to live,” he said determinedly.

“I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate,” the King said, disregarding his friend’s words. “You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me...I was too blind to see. I’m so sorry that I have led you into such peril.” His plea was followed by him choking, presumably on blood.

“No,” the Hobbit soothed. “No, I’m glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin - each and every one of them. And it’s far more than any Baggins deserves.” The duo shared a smile before Thorin spoke again.

“Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees - watch them grow,” he paused as he struggled to choke. “If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place.” His gaze fell on Sienna after that. Upon noticing the tears beginning to silently stream down her face, he squeezed her hand as best as he could.

“Take care of everyone for me. You will make a wonderful Queen to the people of Erebor,” he said softly. Sienna hiccupped emotionally and shook her head.

“I will be nothing without a King - without you by my side,” she whimpered.

“You will be fantastic, just like you always have been,” he whispered, growing weaker with each passing second. “I love you, Sienna Hollyfoot.”

“And I love you, Thorin Oakenshield,” she whispered back, lifting his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Thorin gasped deeply, then began to expire.

“Thorin, Thorin, wake up,” Bilbo muttered, trying to shake him awake. “The eagles...the eagles...the eagles are here. Thorin...the eag…” A small sob left Bilbo’s lips, but no noise could come out of Sienna. She instead just stared down at her fiance, numb.

Things were a blur for Sienna after that. She vaguely remembered one of the Eagles landing beside them, Gandalf atop it. He helped both her and Bilbo onto it and, once the bird took flight, it grabbed Thorin in its claws and flew back down towards Erebor. Once they arrived Thorin, Fili and Kili (who were in the claws of a second Eagle) were rushed to the Fairy healers that had offered their aid.

She broke down the second they said that all three of them would live. It was a miracle that he’d survived with his extensive injuries, but Fairy healing magic was powerful. Even with the tiniest amount of life left in someone, they would be able to live another day. But, he was still in a coma so his body could heal properly.

During that, Sienna (as the temporary monarch since she was courting the King), Balin (as Thorin’s advisor) and Dain went to meet with King Thranduil and Bard to discuss a treaty between the three kingdoms. In the end, an agreement was made; the Elves and Men would aid in the cleanup of the battlefield in exchange for a portion of the treasures that Erebor had to offer. While Bard wanted enough to help his people get back on their feet, Thranduil only wanted one thing from the massive amount of treasure: the White Gems of Lasgalen, a necklace that he had commissioned the Dwarves to make for his wife Aster. As long as these terms were met, there would be peace between Erebor, Mirkwood and Dale.

And everyone kept their promises. The bodies of Men, Elves and Dwarves alike were moved to be prepped for proper burials. Many burn piles were made from Orc bodies, which made them much easier to dispose of. The battlefield was cleaned up while Sienna, Balin and Dwalin oversaw that Thranduil and Bard were given the proper treasure that they had been promised.

“Please, let us know if there is anything else you need,” Sienna said with a sincere smile while Thranduil, Aster, Bard and Roslyn stood in front of them, ready to head to their respective homes.

“We thank you for your generosity in aiding us while we cleaned the battlefield,” Balin spoke from beside her.

“The same could be said to you for allowing us to stay and regroup before we left,” the Elven King responded with a polite smile.

“When King Thorin wakes up we can discuss deals about trade between us,” Bard concluded with a single nod. “Until then, we bid you farewell.” Sienna and Balin stood side by side at the front of the kingdom, watching the army of Mirkwood follow their King and Queen as well as Bard and Roslyn walk back to Dale just across the way.

Once they were all gone, the duo got back to work. They had to prepare the kingdom for the influx of returning Dwarves, all eager to return to their homes. Dis was part of the first group to arrive, and she was more than happy to learn that not only were her sons going to be okay, but her brother was alive after everything that happened.

It was a joyful day when the young Princes woke up. Fili was the first to wake up as his injuries weren’t as intense, and Dis, Sienna and Celeste were right by his side. He was more than happy to find that his uncle and brother weren’t dead and his fiance was okay. Kili woke up just three days later, where he was greeted by his mother, brother, aunt and Nessa, who he had a wonderful reunion with.

Thorin was the last to wake up. It had been a week since Kili had awakened and he, Fili, Balin and Sienna were hard at work in helping rebuild the kingdom. Sienna was in Nessa’s room (which she had been given when she and Kili began courting) sitting with the Elf in question when a knock suddenly came from the door.

“Come in,” Nessa called. The duo watched as the door opened and in walked Fili, looking like he’d just run here. Both women were understandably confused by the sight, but Nessa was the first one to speak.

“Fili? What is it?” The boy looked at the two of them, though his eyes were specifically trained on Sienna.

“Thorin’s awake.” Those two words were enough to put Sienna into a frenzy. She stood up immediately, then remembered she was in the middle of a conversation. She looked to Nessa, but the Elf spoke before she could say anything.

“Go to him,” the blonde said with a knowing grin. “You’ve waited long enough.” Sienna barely had time to offer her a grateful smile before she was out the door. She practically sprinted to the King’s bedroom, ignoring the odd looks she received from passersby. Once she arrived at the door she stopped. After taking a minute to compose herself by smoothing out her hair and dress, she took a deep breath and lifted a hand to knock on the door.

“Come in,” a voice she recognized as Oin’s called from the other side. She carefully grabbed the brass handle of the door and pushed the heavy door open.

As she suspected, she was met with Oin sitting at Thorin’s bedside. Much to her delight, she noticed that the King was half sitting up/ half laying down. He looked much better than the last time she saw him. Most of the color had returned to his cheeks and his eyes were that same brilliant blue that she remembered. Both pairs of eyes landed on her after hearing the door open, and a smile appeared on Oin’s face.

“Ah, Sienna,” he greeted, standing up and making his way over to her. “I see your cheek has healed nicely.” He gestured to her cheek, which had received a nasty cut in battle. Like the older Dwarf noted, the injury had almost fully faded aside from a faint scar that likely wouldn’t go away according to Oin. She smiled and nodded.

“It has. That salve you gave me worked wonders,” she responded somewhat distractedly as her gaze automatically moved to Thorin once again. Oin seemed to understand that they needed some time alone, so he quietly excused himself and walked out, quietly closing the door behind him. Once it was just the two of them, Sienna lifted the bottom of her dress and moved to sit in the chair Oin originally sat in.

“Hello Thorin,” she greeted gently.

“You’re here,” he muttered weakly. The surprise in his tone made the girl laugh softly as she grabbed his hand and leaned closer to him.

“Of course I am,” she responded in a soft voice.

“After everything I’ve done…” he trailed off. Sienna understood what he was saying. A small smile appeared on her face.

“I feel no ill will for what you said before the battle, for you were under the influence of the Dragon Sickness. Balin told me what may happen when we reached the treasure, and so I knew not to take anything you said to heart,” she explained.

“Balin tells me that I made you cry,” he pointed out, sounding guilty. “When you and Dwalin got back from trying to reason with me, he tells me that you cried into Kili’s shoulder until I showed up.

“You cannot blame yourself for how you acted when you weren’t in your right mind,” she shook her head with a sympathetic look. “I knew that, logically, it wasn’t truly you saying what you said, but it was the fact that it was your voice saying it. That is what upset me, and that is what made me cry. But don’t think for a second that I would not stay beside you no matter what you say or do. ‘Wherever you go I will follow,’ that’s what we agreed to when I joined your Company.” And whether you like it or not, I am sticking to my word because I love you.” Her words looked like they comforted him based on the smile he offered her once she finished speaking.

“I love you too.” The couple shared a fond smile after he answered her. Sienna carefully leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he gladly reciprocated. Once they pulled away, their foreheads came to rest against each other’s and they basked in each other’s presence for who knows how long. Because they deserved that much.

They had dealt with many hardships up to this point. It wasn’t an easy quest and there were several times where they believed that they wouldn’t survive it. But they did, and they did it together. And now? They would continue to do everything together because that’s how they did it best. And they were happy with it.

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Lost Chances

Based on this request: Could you possibly do one with Dwalin? Please. Reader and Dwalin have feelings for each other but the other is too scared to say something, and then someone reminds them that the journey they’re on might not have a happy ending and so the suck it up and confess? Please if not that’s completely fine :)

Here you are! I do apologize for the wait, but I am back now! As always, I do not own ANY The Hobbit characters. They are Tolkien's property.

Warnings: Little angst, mentions of injury, Bilbo is a Nosy Rosie. Fluff! It's a little short.

Pairings: Dwalin x reader

You watched Dwalin from across the camp. It was something you'd found yourself doing more and more as your journey continued. You couldn't seem to help it really. After all, you’d been watching his back for years now. Even more so when you realized that you were in love with him. But the journey you were on was important. There was simply no time for the distraction that was love. At least that's what you thought.

"He notices, you know," Bilbo's voice said, making you jump a little. You turned to him with a questioning look. "Dwalin," he continued, "He doesn't miss a thing and he has noticed you staring." You sighed. "And what, pray tell Mr. Baggins, am I expected to do with that information?" Bilbo smiled and shrugged. "Maybe you should tell him how you feel. I am certain he feels the same way."

An undignified snort escaped you as you laughed at his ridiculous ideas. "Very funny, Mr. Baggins." He didn't look pleased at your response, causing you to sigh again. "Look…Bilbo, I love Dwalin. I have for years now, but this journey we're on is dangerous. We have to be alert, ready for anything, at all times. I cannot afford to let my feelings get in the way."

"You can't afford not to. Yes, the journey is perilous. All the more reason to tell him. This quest may not have a happy ending for any of us. Do you really want to risk losing your life or have Dwalin risk his without him knowing how you feel about him? Would you lose your chance at happiness?" With that, Bilbo left you to your thoughts. You hated to admit it, but he was right. You could very well die on the journey and Dwalin would never know how much he meant to you. But could you really be courageous enough to tell him?

You spent the better part of three days thinking on what Bilbo had said. You were distracted and were certain everyone could tell. Especially after the goblin tunnels. You had gotten hurt because you were so focused on making certain Dwalin got out safely. Now, he was scolding you rather harshly. Fortunately he'd had the good graces to do it out of the presence of the others.

"What were ya thinkin'?!" he chided sternly. He wasn't yelling which made you feel even worse. "I was protecting you, the way I always do, Dwalin." He shook his head, his eye boring into your soul. "I never asked ya ta! I can't fight properly if I'm worried about ya. What would possess ya ta do such a thing?" His voice grew softer the longer he looked at your face.

"I-I couldn't watch you get hurt. Every time you do, it kills me. I love you too much." Dwalin's movements froze and it quickly dawned on you what you'd said. Your eyes met his again as you waited for him to respond. "I-He was right? He told me I should tell ya. That ya felt the same." You laughed a little. "Bilbo? Apparently the hobbit is something of an expert when it comes to matters of the heart. He told me the same thing and he was right. I could lose you, Dwalin. I can't take that risk without telling you how much I love you. And I do love you. Very much."

Dwalin dropped the cloth he was using to clean your wound in the dirt. You understood his surprise. It was one thing to think that someone loved you; it was another thing entirely to hear it out loud. "Ya mean that? Ya love me? I'd have thought Thorin or even one of the princes would be more yer type." You rolled your eyes.

"I'll just go to one of them then, shall I?" You moved to brush passed him, but Dwalin stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm. You suddenly found yourself being pulled close to his chest. There was a fire in his gaze as he glanced down at your lips and then back to your eyes. "No. Please," he said, his voice not matching the expression in his eyes. "I wouldn't, Dwalin. I don't love them. I love you."

"I love ya too, Y/N," he admitted softly. You smiled at him before leaning in a little at a time. You stopped just before his lips, giving him opportunity to decline you if he chose to. To say you were ecstatic when he closed the gap between you would have been an understatement. It was like nothing you'd felt before. It wasn't even the kiss itself that would be etched in your memory forever. It would be the feeling of Dwalin's hands on your cheek and lower back, the sound of your breaths mixing together, and the scent that was uniquely Dwalin. That was what you would remember when people asked you over the years what your first kiss with Dwalin was like. It was all consuming and yet not enough at the same time. This was kiss was something you would never forget.

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Cloaked in Green || Chp.7: Warg Scouts

word count: 2,086

Edited 2/23/22

warning(s): mentions of killing orcs and arrow-shooting, chase scene

summary: The conpany reach the Hidden Path.

Official pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!Oc

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Radagast and Gandalf are speaking very hushed together down past the boulders on the outside of the troll camp. My mind felt uneasy as I watched Radagast talk feverishly, hands waving in the air as Gandalf nodded every now and then. The rest of the guys were seated up higher than I was, farther away from the wizards.

Fiddling with the feather fletching on one of the arrows from my quiver. I sat cross-legged in-between the two groups on a rock cliff, trying to distract myself from the tension. I let my mind wander off and out of reflex, I found myself humming.

“And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.”

“That’s the same tune, you were whistling earlier is it not.”

Sitting down next to me, Bilbo moved to place his small sword on the other side of him. His hairy feet dangling off the edge of the rock. Replying at first in a slow nod, my gaze was still fixed upon my hands as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

"It must be important for you to sing it twice in a day." I smiled softly at the gentle-hobbit. Again I merely nodded.

"You don't talk much huh?" He chuckled as he looked over at me from under his bangs. I chuckled along with him "Old-habit I guess"

"and why is that?" I met his gaze then, kinda confused. I didn't know how to answer him.

"Didn't you hear what Balin and Gandalf said?" Bilbo nodded openly. "So you do not understand what it means?"

"I heard him, Yes but I have to admit I do not know what that entirely means beside it has something to do-"

"Bilbo! '' jumping Bilbo and I both snapped our heads up at the deep yell. Thorin was standing up with a glowerd look on his face. Looking over his face, I saw his face soften the tiniest but stiffen as he quickly moved to look over at Bilbo which only added to my confusion. "Go with Ori and Bifur to look after the ponies."

I didn't pay enough attention to what the others or Bilbo did after that. Moving my head back to look at the arrow in my hands. My thoughts jumbled as I pondered the meaning behind this weird feeling in my stomach.

Thump! Thud!

What? I felt a strange thud in the rock. Placing my hand against the stone beneath me, I closed my eyes. Letting the vibrations speak through its rhythms.

Thump!...Thump!...Thump!...Thump!

Then its vibrations stopped, for the owner of the movement stopped. And coming from the opposite direction of the horses. It meant one thing.

Spinning around sharply and throwing a dagger in my boot, it flew above the heads of the dwarves who were still sitting around. To follow it, I shot off 2 arrows in the same direction.

"What was that for!!" Exclaimed Dwalin ,almost immediately as he stood up from his log.

Ignoring him, I watched all the dwarves flich sharply as a loud screech was sent through the small valley. Then a crush and finally a thud as a massive warg fell out of the tree line on it's back, the hilt of my dagger glistening on its side. Another loud yell was let out as the Orc rider came bursting out of the tree-line. Fili was quick to action, (as he was the closest) and promptly swung both his swords, ridding the Orc of its head.

"WARG SCOUTS!" Shouted Thorin. As he was already over at the warg with the others, I quickly moved over to retrieve my dagger. "Which means an Orc pack is not that far behind."

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?!" shouted Gandalf, as he and Radagast made their way over.I climbed up on the taller rocks as crouched down as I placed my hand against the rock. Feeling for the vibrations in the middle of the vibrations and how fast the time was in between.

"WHO DID YOU TELL!?"

"NO ONE I swear! Now what in Durin's name is going on?" I looked down at the company as I stood and answered for the wizard.

"We are being hunted.” Stepping off the boulder I landed quite smoothly in between Nori and Kili. " I say no more than a League coming from the North.” Gandalf nodded as he took my words.

“And their pace will only have quickened."

"We have to get out of here!" Shouted Dwalin, pulling on his axes.

Running out from the direction of the horses. Ori breathed heavily as he shouted "We can’t! We have no ponies. They bolted!" Bifur and Bilbo ran up beside him, panting themselves.

" I’ll draw them off." Snapping my head back at the twitchy wizard, I saw him already walking off towards his sled of..rabbits?

"These are Gundabad wargs." Gandalf shouted at the other wizard's back, making him turn away sharply. "They will outrun you!"

Stomping back up to him, Radagast marched back up to Gandalf with a finger to his chest

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits." Pausing to shove a thumb to point behind him. "I’d like to see them try." He stressed out before rushing down the hill again.

"This way! Follow me!" Gandalf rushed us out of the mossy rock formations. Quickly sheathing my dagger back into my boot. I fell into the back of the line of running dwarfs. With a ready and nocked arrow, waiting in my bow, I kept a watchful glance behind us as I helped usher Oin and Bifur up the rock cliff.

“COME AND GET ME!” Radagast shouts and yips filled the mountain side. I glanced to the side to see the numerous wargs racing after him. I was a little off, as I counted the wargs. Its was a little over a league

“This way!” Gandalf yelled as he threw his hand over in the opposite direction. "Where are you leading us?" I barely made out Thorin growl as I ran behind with Bifur.

"Stay together!"

"MOVE!"

Ducking behind this massive rock in the middle of the field. All of us pressing against the boulder wall. I wasn't sure how but I ended up being in front of the group, peaking around the edge, I quickly pulled back, turning my body around to look Gandalf behind me. I pointed up to the top of the boulder, just as the deep guttural breathing of the warg began to increase in volume.

I saw Gandalf look over in front of us, watching his eyebrow furrow. I looked in the same direction as him before realization hit me. The Hidden Passage...Grabbing the side of his robe, forcing him to look at me. Trying to figure out what the hell he was hoping to accomplish by going behind Thorin.

Wincing, Gandalf turned just in time to see the warg and its rider fall off the rock with a loud squeal. One of Kili's arrows stuck in the beast's side. The others were quick to finish it off, however the yells in the distance did not ease anyone.

"Move!" Gandalf yelled "RUN!"

Sprinting behind the dwarfs again, I glanced over my shoulder to see a pack of at least 15 to 20 wargs. "There's more coming!!" Bofur cried.

"This Way! Quickly!" Gandalf chanted. I saw the entrance rock of the hidden passage about a 500 yards up ahead.

"KILI! ARANEA! SHOOT THEM!" I heard Thorin scream back over his shoulder as the others. Stopping immediately, I took a quick stance and let the arrow still nocked in my bow fly, knocking an orc off his warg.

Twish! I heard a Kili arrow fly past me hitting the lone warg straight in the forehead. "Good Shot!" I called over my shoulder, as I quickly nocked another arrow and let it fly into another Orc.

"HE HAS ABANDONED US!" I heard Dwalin scream, not having much time to think I ran up closer to the others and moved to stand beside Kili. Nocking another arrow, we released our arrows nearly at the same time, hitting both our targets.

"WE'RE SURROUNDED," Nori exclaimed. "HOLD YOUR GROUND" bellowed Thorin in reply.

"I'm running low." Kili panted as we continued keeping the pack away. I nodded swiftly, nocking another arrow "As am I."

"THIS WAY YOU FOOLS!" turning behind me, I barely made out the tip of Gandalf's hat before it disappeared behind a rock. I got so distracted I didn't realize how far back we had traveled.

"COME ON! ALL OF YOU!"

"We'll go last." I murmured to Kili as we both walked backwards slowly as we continued shooting. He nodded in agreement as he nocked arrow.

"Go! Go! Go!" I heard Thorin and Gandalf counting and chanting.

"ARANEA! KILI! RUN!" Looking back quickly, I noticed that the rest were finally in and only Thorin was left outside.

"Come on!" I yelled to Kili as we both took off towards Thorin and the rock. The yips of the Orc riders, getting closer behind us.

Without second guessing I quickly slid down the rock face, before stepping out of the way as Kili, then Thorin followed.

As everyone continued glancing at each other, all panting heavily. Looking over at Gandalf, he seemed rather proud of himself as he switched his staff around in his hands.

Suddenly a loud horn echoed from outside, causing all of us to jump. Gandalf and I met each other’s eyes as we both visibly relaxed. Loud screeches, and clicks of metal filled the tight stone passage.

At one particular loud yell, the rest cringed back as one of the orcs rolled down in front of us. I watched as Thorin moved to pull the arrow out of its neck. Looking at the tip he growled "Elves."

Throwing it down, he promptly glared at Gandalf as Dwalin yelled from the back of the entrance. "I can not see where it leads! Do we follow!"

"We follow it, of course!" Cried Bofur as he led the others towards the back to Dwalin

"I think that would be wise." Gandalf spoke easily, under the sharp gaze of the dwarf king. Slipping in between Balin and Bilbo, I tried to avoid the appending brawl.

Walking down the almost familiar path, I watched as the only place I ever called home came into view. The leaves were just beginning to turn into their autumn colors. Contracting with vibrant blue water of the River Bruinen.

"The Valley of Imladris. " I heard Gandalf breathe, then clearing his throat slightly. "In the common tongue, it’s known by another name.

"Rivendell." Bilbo replied so softly next to me. Looking down at him, I saw him staring so amazed by the sight in front of him. However, the others were not staring so nicely. Speaking to each other in harsh khuzdul, it was easy to imagine what they were saying. I flinched as I heard Dwalin hack and spit over the edge of the path. I fear that their nonchalance over me being in their company, might be short-lived.

"The last homely house, east of the sea." I heard Gandalf speak softly down to Bilbo.

" This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." Thorin growled at the Wizard.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf snapped back. They two both now glare at each other.

"You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." Thorin growled again after a couple beats of silence.

“Of course, they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful this will need to be handled with tact, and respect, and no small degree of charm, which is why you will leave the talking to me and Aranea."

I visibly cringed hard as Gandalf gestured pointly at him then at me. Before he started ushering the others down the path. As I turned to follow them I felt a tug on my cloak.

Thorin was staring pointly up at me this time. Not thinking about the warmth flooding my heart. I raised an eyebrow as he sharply spoke "What did he mean by 'and Aranea'."

"He probably means that I could converse with the Elves more easily, than dwarves or a hobbit."

Eyes flighting around pointly before soften his expression and releasing his hold, he spoke apologetically. "It was just that he spoke in a way that there was something...deeper."

I nodded as I responded truthfully. Watching his face, as he looked away.

"There is."

Snapping his head back at me, I moved my eyes away as I spoke quietly.

"They know me and my brother here because of my mother." I finished my sentence before his glare could settle on his face. "She's the only human buried here."

I turned and quickly moved down the stone steps towards the rest of the company. Making sure to leave my face emotionless

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Chapter XVII

A Kili X OC fanfic

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Tw: Thranduil being a bitch (Luna, ruining your favorite Tolkien characters since 2021), Bilbo and Raewyn being adorably caught up in rather uncomfortable misconceptions of cultures. Raewyn threatens to kill herself, but it’s merely words, don’t worry. Mentions/description of an isolation cell. Mentions of hanging someone. Lot of skips, but it will make sense in act III. Raewyn's hair gets cut involuntarily.

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Accusations, lies and unintended actions….a filler, but not so much

“Who?” Raewyn uttered, narrowing her eyes at the elven king.

“The former queen of Greenwood.” He immediately revealed, now standing in front of the Asha.

Raewyn’s eyes widened at his words, truly confused by the sudden revelations.

“I think you are mistaken.” She argued. “I have not once met any Silvan elves. Let alone wander through these woods. I could not have encountered your queen.”

“And you did not,” Thranduil confessed. “But your kin did.”

“My kin died.” The ranger shot back, spitting the words out like venom.

“And they went unpunished.”

“They died!” Raewyn fumed.

“Your kin cannot stand trial for their deeds, so you must.” The king finalized. “Either you stand trial and perhaps manage to walk out of here alive, or your final breath will be taken in these halls.”

Raewyn gaped at the king, shaking her head as she tried to look around for any form of sympathy. Yet, upon noticing none with an apologetical face, she turned back to the king, frowning when she met his eyes.

“How can I defend myself for something I did not even know happened?” She ranted.

“You cannot.” The king agreed. “But Oakenshield insisted on a trial.”

At those words, she let her eyes wander the room, landing on Thorin, who offered her a mere nod.

“Shall we begin?” Thranduil announced, causing a feeling of pure dread and fear to run through Raewyn’s stomach. And even though Thorin had stalled for time by demanding a trial, she already knew there was little, to no chance of her ever escaping these halls. All she could do now, was talk around the subject for as long as she could.

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In the dungeons, the dwarves wallowed away in silence, trying to find any form of distraction or comfort. Fili had been anxiously biting on the inside of his cheek, running his tongue over his teeth every so often, casting occasional looks towards the empty cell in front of him.

In the cell next to him, Kili was inspecting a polished black stone. The red-haired elf from earlier walked through the dungeons, keeping an eye on every single one of the dwarves, when her eyes caught Kili flipping the rock in the air, catching it halfway. She paused in front of him, looking down at the object.

“The stone in your hand, what is it?” She asked.

“It is a talisman.” The dwarf began. “A powerful spell lies upon it. If any dwarf reads the runes on this stone, they will be forever cursed.” As he spoke those words, he held the stone in front of him, showing the runes to the elf. She took a step back in shock, looking back at the floor.

“Or not,” Kili quickly shot as the elf prepared herself to walk away. “Depending on whether you believe that kind of thing. It’s just a token.” He shrugged, smiling at the elf, who kindly smiles back.

“A runestone.” He clarifies. “My mother face it to me so I’d remember my promise.”

“What promise?”

“That I will come back to her. She worries. She thinks I’m reckless.” The dwarf spoke.

“Are you?” The elf wondered.

“Nah.” Kili scoffed, tossing up his runestone. When he reached out to catch the object, it tipped out of his hand, rolling out through the bars on his door. As the elf reached down to grab it, Kili dared to look up, now focused on the sound coming from the halls of Mirkwood. Dread immediately filled his system as he thought of Raewyn, who was up there now for her supposed death trial. The possibilities about what the elves were cheering about were enough to send his mind reeling.

“What will happen with Raewyn?” He asked the elf, who was staring at the runes on his stone. She looked down at the dwarf, almost frowning in sympathy.

"The Asha?" She questioned, to which Kili frantically nodded.

“I fear I cannot tell you that.”

“Why not?” Kili prodded. “Can you not at least tell me what she is on trial for?”

The elf looked down at her feet, debating on whether or not to walk away. But when her eyes met the dwarf’s, desperation was written in them. And she could not deny him that answer.

“She murdered Greenwood’s queen. That is what she is on trial for.” She revealed.

And for once, Kili did not know what to say. Sure, Raewyn had quite the reputation for her, but she would not kill any queen. If anything, she had told him to have never even set foot in Mirkwood’s forest. She always walked around.

“She could not have.” He whispered.

“She did not. Smaug did.” The elf conceded. “When the fire drake flew above our forests, her family was running from the beast. They came to us for shelter, but Thranduil refused.” She now whispered, almost as if she was scared someone would hear her. “It was the queen who pitied them and ran after them to welcome the family. That’s when the dragon struck.”

Silence struck the two. Tauriel was not quite sure on what to say anymore, knowing that the elves would never believe a word the dwarf would utter, if he did dare to speak. And Kili was simply too stunned to speak. Raewyn was on trial for something she never did.

“He can’t do this.” Fili now protested, having heard the entire conversation from the cell next to his brother.

“Why would he shove this onto Raewyn?”

“Because she is the last Asha to live,” The elf sighed. “And the king has never been able to forgive himself for what happened. So he blamed it on the family she ran after.”

“No,” Kili mumbled, shaking his head. “You cannot let that happen.” He pleaded, standing up from his spot.

“Does she get a fair trial?” Fili asked, now also standing up in his cell.

“I did not know she even got a trial until a few minutes ago.” The elf confessed. “Primarily, they were going to execute her the second she stepped out of her cell.”

“That does not answer my question.” Fili demanded.

“No.” Tauriel sighed. “I would not count on it. Thranduil was very keen on hanging your friend once he heard she was in our dungeons.”

“You have to stop them!” Kili urged, slamming his frame against the bars, as if it would genuinely help him escape.

“I am afraid I am in no position to do that.” The elf objected. “And you are in no position to tell me what to do.”

“Raewyn did nothing wrong!” Fili exclaimed now. “Your position does not matter. You must recognize injustice when you see it. She cannot die for things she never did!”

“You cannot let her die!” Kili agreed.

“You are our prisoners. I cannot betray my king for the words of dwarves in our dungeons.”

“Please.” Kili pleaded. “You could travel with us if your king comes after you."

“We could!” Fili announced desperately.

“What would you do when people behind bars ask you to betray the one person who welcomed you in their kingdom?” The elf returned.

“What makes the most sense.” Fili answered nearly immediately.

“You must see that your king is wrong!” Kili objected.

“I am sorry.” Tauriel apologized, dropping the stone back in Kili’s cell.

She began to walk away, casting one last pitiful glance to the two dwarves, staring after her as if they were waiting for a miracle.

“But I fear I cannot help you.”

——

As Tauriel wandered off from the dungeons, one of the elven guards ran up to her, ready to report. “Orcs.” He huffed, seemingly having run all this way down.

“Orcs at the gates.”

Tauriel frowned at his speech, not having dealt with orcs for a long while.

“Should we send out scouts?” He asked her.

The captain of the guard, took a quick look behind her back, looking at the dwarves, which had been extremely silent since she had passed them. Her eyes fell back on the Durin siblings, who seemed to have admitted their defeat. And then there was this little voice at the back of her head, suddenly calling louder than it had ever called before.

“We should tell Thranduil.” She decided, already taking her place on the stairs.

“My captain,” The elf protested. “He is busy with the Asha trial.”

“It can wait,” Tauriel spoke. “Orcs do not.”

—

With heavy footsteps, Tauriel entered the main hall. Thranduil had been seated on his throne, looking down at the ranger, who was glaring at the elven king, quiet as ever.

“My king, the orcs have reached our borders.” Tauriel spoke, her voice steadfast, not sparing a second look at Raewyn, her eyes set on the taller elf on top of the throne.

“Are you not captain of the guard, Tauriel?” Thranduil questioned.

He would not risk that final chance of redemption for a couple of orcs near his borders. They would be dealt with later. This trial had to happen now.

“Yes, my lord, but-”

“Get rid of the orcs. That is your job.” The king interrupted, waving off Tauriel’s words.

“My king,” Tauriel protested. “Does it not make you wonder how many more orcs might lie in our forest?”

“We shall discuss this later.” Thranduil concluded, silently ushering for her to leave. A final look was taken towards the ranger, who was subtly looking around the room, as if looking for something. When she looked back at the king, the elf bowed her head slightly, taking her leave in defeat.

——

“Raewyn Asha, your kin murdered Greenwood’s queen; Êlúriel Nenluin. Do you deny this?” The king began as Tauriel abandoned the room.

“I can neither deny nor confirm your words.” Raewyn sighed, knowing lying would not get her anywhere to begin with. Not anywhere good in any case.

“No.” Thranduil agreed. “But I can, and I will, for I saw it with my own eyes.” He explained, leaning down on his throne, nearly taunting the smaller ranger. “Which gives me the distinct advantage.”

“Is there anyone here who can testify for that?” Raewyn spoke, boldly, staring directly at the two guards beside Thranduil’s throne.

“Raewyn…” Thorin warned under his breath.

“Will you not take my word?” The king smiled, knowing he had the woman cornered.

“You are the one sending me to my death for something I did not know happened, so why don’t you think?” Raewyn dared.

In truth, she had been terrified, but she would not give Thranduil the satisfaction of frightening the ranger. She would stand tall for as long as she could. And right now, she felt as if she was on the right track, for he did seem ticked off by her proclamations.

“You make great accusations for someone of your stature.” Thranduil sneered.

“And you give small threats for someone so tall.” The Asha countered, glaring up at the blond elf, not letting any sense of fear slip past her eyes. And for a second, it seemed to work.

“I would not say death is such a small threat.” The elven king defended, now standing up from his seat.

“Death?” The woman scoffed. “She’s a family friend.”

“Need I remind you that insulting a king can result in punishment too?” The king retaliated harshly, marching up to the woman.

“A fate worse than death? I do wonder what that could be.” She tested, raising her head proudly, keeping her eyes on Thranduil’s.

And with those words, the elven king smirked, halting his steps. He observed the ranger for a quick minute, before his eyes got caught on something shiny. Something silver, stuck at the bottom of her hair. Without any hesitation, he swiftly grabbed the dagger of one of his guards, slicing the braid halfway, letting the locks of hair with the bead fall onto his hand.

Raewyn’s heart felt heavy when she heard the knife slicing through her hair, cutting the strands that held her family bead together off. Even Thorin swore he could see the sudden pain behind her posture. He could only imagine what it must have felt like. And for as far as he could come, it was not a pleasant feeling.

“As do I.” Thranduil spoke, observing the silver bead in his hands, hanging it in front of Raewyn’s face proudly. “But I intend to find out, ranger. Three days in isolation before your execution would do you well.”

The ranger swallowed thickly, staring at her own jewelry, that which had been passed down from generation to generation, dangling from the king’s cruel hands. “Oh yes,” She coughed, before speaking sarcastically, “three days on my own does sound quite terrible.”

“We can make it four.” Thranduil sneered.

“Make it five.”

“What are you doing?” Thorin whispered, though Raewyn chose to ignore him.

“I would let you rot down there for years, but I would be forced to hear your annoying nagging and sorrowful exclamations for many moons.” The king revealed. “Your execution will take place in four days. And your company will be there to witness it.”

“Five days.” Raewyn pushed.

“Four days.” The king stated, untangling the braid in his hand, letting the bead fall into his other hand as he mindlessly dropped her hair onto the floor, missing the looks it gave the Asha and the dwarf in front of him.

“Five days.” Raewyn swallowed. “Or I will kill myself before you can.”

“You think it matters to me how you die?” Thranduil boomed.

“You would let your only chance of revenge slip from your fingers like that?” Raewyn was quick to counter, surprising nearly everyone in the room.

The king merely stared at her, his expression unreadable, as if it had been set in stone.

“Five days.” He spoke, before gesturing towards the two smaller creatures.

“Take the dwarf back to his cell, and put the Asha in isolation. Do not let her pass the dungeons.” He ultimately commanded his guards, turning around as to face his back to the small crowd, obviously done with his ‘trial’.

The two elven guards marched up to Thorin and Raewyn, grabbing them harshly as they shoved the two forward, making both dwarves stumble in their steps, trying to regain their balance.

“Walk.” One elf ordered rudely, shoving Thorin forward again, who begrudgingly followed their words.

As the four walked down all those stairs again, Thorin could not help but look at the ranger every so often. She had appeared so calm and collected throughout the whole ordeal. She even managed to test Thranduil’s nerves, while he would have been calling him out for what he truly was. He could not quite grasp how Raewyn managed to act like that. Even more when she insisted on five days of isolation.

“What was all that for?” Thorin mumbled, catching Raewyn’s attention. He knew she was looking at the half-cut strand of hair, but he would not mention it to her. Not now.

“That, Oakenshield, was proof that Thranduil can be negotiated with.” She revealed in a hushed voice. “Even with something this important to him.”

“When will we ever need that information?” He muttered back, making sure the elves could not hear him.

“When you get out.” Raewyn answered, her voice now almost quiet, as if it had not even been there to begin with.

“Do you not understand? We will not get out of here.” Thorin whispered harshly.

“Will you not?” The ranger almost smiled. “Tell me, Oakenshield, where is our master burglar?”

——

Bilbo had been sneaking around the halls of Mirkwood the second the dwarves entered the dungeons. While his company was locked up, the hobbit had busied himself with finding the keys to get them out. Until he ended up in the same room as the elven king. No one had noticed the hobbit yet, but Bilbo could not help but worry. Something about the demeanor of the Mirkwood elves had intimidated him. Even as he grew invisible.

So when the king called out into the darkness, Bilbo could not help, but feel as if he had been talking to the smaller creature hidden out of sight.

“I know you’re there.” He began. “Why do you linger in the shadows?”

Much to Bilbo’s relief, a red-haired elf, whom he had seen earlier, appeared from behind a pillar.

“I was coming to report to you.” She spoke, walking up to the elven king.

“I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed not two moons past.” Thranduil remarked, referring to the earlier occurring spiders.

“We cleared the forest as ordered, my lord, but more spiders keep coming from the south. They are spawning in the ruins of Dol Goldur.” The elf defended. “If we could kill them at their source-”

“That fortress lies beyond our borders. Keep our lands clear of those foul creatures. That is your task.” The king ordered.

“And when we drive them off, what then? Will they not spread to other lands?”

“Other lands are not my concern.” Thranduil decided. “The fortunes of the world will rise and fall, but here, in this kingdom, we will endure.”

Silence struck the two, which Bilbo almost took as his leave. Almost. Until the king spoke up again.

“What of the orcs?”

“We fend them off. But their count was merely three. I suspect more are on the lurk.” Tauriel revealed, shaking her head lightly.

“My lord,” She spoke, her tone now more hesitant. “Why punish the Asha?”

And those were the words that truly gained Bilbo’s attention. He had heard of a trail happening, but he had taken that chance of distraction to capture the keys. However, it could be no coincidence that the two were talking about his friend shortly after the whole trial.

“You question my decision?” Thranduil asked, turning around to face the captain of the guard.

“No, my king.” She muttered, bowing her head.

“But?”

“She did not kill our queen.” Tauriel spoke. “She does not know what came to pass all those years ago.”

“She is as guilty as her kin was.” The blond elf announced, his voice sterner than it had been before. “When you grow up in a family where murder is a reasonable solution, you cannot expect the child to behave with common courtesy and well wishes. Will that be all, Tauriel?”

Bilbo silently hissed at the words, no longer expecting any other speech about his friend. The only thing that soothed his mind about their words, was the fact they spoke about Raewyn in present time and not past, for that would have held even more ill thoughts above his head.

With lead in his feet, he snuck down to the dungeons, trying to find the guards who were sure to hold that key he had been so desperately looking for. He wandered through the countless halls and stairs, hoping to find some familiar place he had walked before, but everything just seemed entirely new to him. Even as he turned back around at a wrong turn.

Eventually, he had reached one of the deepest levels in the Mirkwood halls, landing in something that seemed to have been a wine storage.

“We’re out of drink.” One elf slurred, alerting Bilbo. Slowly, the hobbit turned around, looking at the two elves sitting at a table, participating in what had appeared to be some sort of card game.

“These empty barrels should have been sent back to Esgaroth hours ago. The bargeman will be waiting for them.” The second spoke.

“Say what you like about our ill-tempered king, but he has excellent taste in wine. Come, Elros, try it.”

“I have the dwarves and Asha in my charge.” The elf argued, dangling the keys in the air, before hanging them on a hook in the wall.

“They’re locked up.” The drinking elf debated. “Where can they go?”

——

“Raewyn?” Bilbo spoke hushed, walking past all the cells with closed doors. Doors where no one could look into. For as far as he heard from the elves, Raewyn was locked in one of the isolation cells for four days, though Bilbo did not know which one. So he tried every single door; knocking on it gently as he called her name.

“Raewyn?” He tried again, knocking on the next door. When no response was heard, he sighed, moving towards the next one.

“Raewyn?” He wondered at the fifth door, but once again, he was answered by silence.

“Bilbo?” Someone suddenly called from a few doors up front. The hobbit’s ears perked up at the sound, an immediate smile making its way onto his face. He quickly ran towards the voice, knocking on the door to make sure it was indeed his friend.

“Are you in here?” He asked, laying his ear against the wood.

“Yes!” The ranger answered excitedly. “Can you open the door?”

“Y-yes.” Bilbo returned, fumbling with the keys in his hand. “I think so, yes.”

With every key he tried in the lock, his heart raced more. Only a few keys were left, and he could not leave his friend in the dark. Not now. And so, he desperately began looking for the correct key, trying to make as little sound as possible.

“Bilbo?” Raewyn asked from the other side of the door.

“I have the right key, give me a moment.” He pleaded, now turning the keys faster.

“I trust you,” she ensured. “But you don’t happen to have found my armor laying around somewhere, have you?”

The hobbit frowned at her words, his tongue slipping past his lips for a second, focusing on the annoying pieces of metal in his hands.

“I have not.” He answered truthfully. “The king must have stored them elsewhere, but we don’t have the time to look for them.”

With a final twist of the key, the door finally opened, light streaming into the cold, and insanely dark room. Quickly, Bilbo took the ring off, storing it in his pocket before his friend could see the object. Raewyn’s hair was tousled around, as if she had been tugging on it, and her cheeks appeared rosier than they had usually been. Had Raewyn not ran at Bilbo with such an alarming speed, he might have seen the red eyes she had, and the wet skin around them, but he did not.

Raewyn had already lifted the smaller hobbit off the ground, scooping him into a hug. Bilbo hesitantly accepted the hug, his feet dangling over the floor, yet his arms found their way around Raewyn’s shoulder.

“I am sorry I took so long.” He apologized.

“It is okay, men umrai.” She soothed, lowering the hobbit. “I knew you would not leave us.”

“Even after you told me to leave?” Bilbo asked confused.

“Especially after I told you to leave.” Raewyn confessed, a smile climbing onto her face. “However my heart would be happy knowing you were somewhere safe, it pleases me to see that you decided to come back for us.”

The hobbit nodded towards her in thanks, as the ranger glanced at the keys in his hand.

“Walk with me. I know where the rest is.” She announced, already taking the lead.

“Raewyn, wait!” The hobbit called after her.

When she turned around to face him, he gestured for her to come closer, making her lean in closer. Bilbo swiftly raised his hand, gently flattening it against the top of her head, before letting them run through her hair, trying to smooth out the pieces that had appeared so disheveled. The Asha froze under his hold, not entirely sure on what to do. Did Bilbo even know what he was doing?

“Ehm…. Bilbo….” She began, hesitating slightly. “I-I’m not quite sure how to tell you, but I don’t…” She muttered. “You see, you’re not my…”

“What’s wrong?” Bilbo asked, completely oblivious.

“W-what do you know about dwarven culture?” Raewyn stuttered out.

“Not that much, but just-” And then, the gears in his head finally began to turn, his eyes widening in realization.

“Oh, dear.” He uttered. “You are a good good friend, but-”

“No, I’m not…. I mean, you are not really….It’s okay.” Raewyn interrupted.

“I am so sorry.” Bilbo apologized, taking a step back to give Raewyn more space.

“It’s alright. It’s just, you’re not my one, so it’s really-”

“It’s weird…. I am sorry for that. I might have forgotten-” Bilbo went on.

“No, it’s fine. You are a dear friend, it’s okay.” The Asha tried to calm down.

“No, but I overstepped. I’m sorry.” The hobbit mumbled, looking down at the ground in shame.

“Bilbo, it’s okay.” Raewyn managed out. “Just give me a warning next time.”

“Okay.” Bilbo whispered, now too flustered to look back up. Raewyn noticed his struggle and quickly flattened her hair.

“What about now?” She questioned, ushering Bilbo to look back up. When his eyes met hers for a short moment, he gave her a nod.

“You should…” He instructed, wiping his own cheeks, as if wiping off tears.

Raewyn quickly caught onto his meaning, following his instructions.

“Perfect.” Bilbo agreed, holding one thumb up. “We should really go.”

“Yes.” The ranger spoke, turning around, before flattening her hair once more.

“Let’s go.”

——

Regarding Êlúriel Nenluin: It never was clear what happened to Thranduil’s wife. She might have been alive during the hobbit for all we know, but Bilbo just chose not to mention her. Therefor, for the storyline, especially later on, I have decided that in this story, she has died. Once again, this is not canon, but canonically, we do not know what happened to her. Êlúriel was the name of the queen, Nenluin was the nickname Thranduil gave her. She is often mentioned with both names next to each other, hence why I used it here. I hope this makes sense.

Men umrai: My friend in Khuzdul (Dwarvish)

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Be Mine

A flower, for he must know your heart belongs to him.

Words Count : 2,138

Pairing : Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader

Warning : None

Author's Note : A little Valentine's day special because I'm soft for Dwalin and hobbit reader. Sorry not sorry (at all).

And because I'm feeling extra nice, here is an article that will tell you all about Valentine's Day's origins, back to its pagan roots.

Cradled in your hands, the fragile flower was lying comfortably, waiting for you to finally make your move. Its red petals were big and bright, free of any damage the weather or wild animals could have caused. They were staring back at you, reassuringly. You could almost hear them whisper soothing words. Carefully, you brought it to your face and inhaled the lovely smell, black pistils tickling your nose. It wasn't as beautiful as the ones you grew, back home. And if you had been in the Shire, you would have gathered a big bouquet. But you were not in the Shire, you were on the road, probably walking to your ultimate death. And there wasn't any garden, only wilderness. So this single wild tulip would have to do.

Before, this day had meant nothing. It had been an excuse for those who where merely interested in you to gift you with bouquets. And each time, they had been met with rejection. Until now, the only love you had ever felt had been for your friends and your garden. Back in the comfort of your Hobbit hole, only the Sun rising each morning had been able to make your heartbeat quicken.

Now, it was different. The feelings had taken you by surprise, and for long you had refused to acknowledge them. But when you were traveling with the one your heart so desired, and had to see him at every moment given, it was hard to stay in denial.

The flower was still there, reminder that you were to gift it to him.

But how?

You turned around, looking at him from your spot. Even doing something as simple as packing his belongings, he looked so very intimidating. Centuries separated the two of you. He had seen war, disasters. He knew of sorrow and death. As for you, well, a piece of pottery you really liked fell to the floor, once, it had made you sad. Compared to him, you were just a simple Hobbit from the Shire that everybody would forget about after they passed.

You sighed and your eyes dropped back on the tulip. Gently, you brushed the pad of your thumb against a petal. It was soft under your touch. Like an infant's skin.

"What is it that ye have there?"

Startled, you jumped—quite harshly—, sending the flower to the ground. With an annoyed squeal, you picked it up and blew on it a little to get rid of any dust or dirt that had found its place on the poor vegetal. You stood up, facing the dwarf.

From afar, he had been intimidating, but here, right in front of you it was worse. His tall frame, taller than the others, swallowed you up whole. His insistent gaze was piercing right through your soul and you felt your blood rushing to your face.

Perhaps, now was your only chance. The company would have to depart soon and you wouldn't stop until night. The pounding in your chest was echoing in your entire body.

With one last glance at the delicate little thing, you held your hands out to him.

"It is, ah, it is a flower." You stuttered, looking anywhere but at him. " It is a flower for, for you."

Maybe you had spoken louder than you intended to, because you were surrounded with silence. To make it even worse, you knew all eyes were on you, as if you were some sort of strange creature no one had ever seen before. Actually, you were, given the fact that most of them had never met a Hobbit before. But that was not the point now, was it?

Brush of rough fingers against yours made you look back up and you watched, embarrassed, as the soldier took the flower away from your grip. His eyes were glued to the tiny looking plant in his hand, and his eyebrow rose up slowly.

"A flower?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours again. "For me?"

Another shy squeal escaped your lips, and you nodded rapidly.

"What d'ye want me to do with it?"

The words were like a punch right in the stomach. It had taken you time to pick the prettiest out of the lot. You had chosen it with care and love. Did he not like it? If the feelings were not returned, why would he take it? To publicly humiliate you, or something like that?

Defeated, your shrugged your shoulders and brought your hand to your lips. A bad habit of yours when you were feeling down, and today was no exception. You began to chew on your thumb before having your hand batted away.

"Don't do that. Ye'll make yerself bleed."

You muttered a quiet apology. Dwalin shook his head and placed the flower in one of his pockets, on his chest. He patted the place and you frowned. Now this was unusual. In the Shire, if one didn't return another's feeling, they wouldn't take the gift. They would politely reject the offer and move on. And hadn't the dwarf just rejected you?

"Pack yer things, Halfling, we're leavin soon."

And with that, he walked away, leaving you alone and confused.

That day, the weather was on the company's good side. The Sun was clement, so was the wind. You were walking in the front, alongside of Thorin's nephews, unaware that you were being watched. You hadn't been the only one left tormented with the events of the morning. All the way in the back of the line, Dwalin was lost in his thoughts, the flower still secured in his pocket. His mind was filled with questions, such as why you would gift him with a thing as useless as this one. At the broken look on your face when he had asked, he hadn't been able to find the strength to refuse. And so, the soldier was now traveling with a flower stuck in his clothing.

Carefully, he approached the only one who he thought would be able to help him out.

"Burglar."

The same way you had this morning, Bilbo jumped, startled by Dwalin's deep voice. His hand found its way up to his chest, resting in the place of his heart.

"Master Dwalin, you have to stop creeping behind people like that. One of this days, someone's heart will stop beating."

Sensitive Hobbits. So easily scared. The dwarf was still wondering why the wizard had brought the both of you along. A poor excuse of a burglar and you. But he was in no place to question the decision. And so, he got along with it.

Carefully, to avoid damaging it, he grabbed the flower and showed it to the Hobbit. The latter frowned and held his hands up.

"Ah..." He began, his cheeks reddening. "I am very flattered but, ah well, how to say that? The feeling is not returned."

The burglar's nonsense made Dwalin shake his head. It was terrifying the quantity of absurdities Hobbits mouths could produce.

"What are ye sayin burglar? Yer little friend up there..." He explained, pointing at you. "Yer little friend up there gave me this. Why?"

Bilbo's eyes followed the direction of the Dwarf's fingers and his eyes met yours. He watched as you quickly looked away. A smile grew on his lips, illuminating his face. Now, this was very interesting. A merry event, indeed. A strange choice, he thought. But well, it was not his place to say anything. In all those years of friendship, he had had to watch you refuse gift after gift, bouquets after bouquets. Love wasn't made for you, you only loved your friends. Or so you had said. He snickered, rather loudly.

His face radiating with a joy that made the dwarf uncomfortable, he explained :

"Well, Master Dwalin, it is a tulip. Oh, those we grow in the Shire are so much prettier. But I find this one to be very beautiful, very well chosen. I must say a bouquet of this specie would look very lovely and I would-"

"Will ye tell me why or not?"

Bilbo nodded at the soldier's interruption of his rambling.

"Once a year, Hobbits give flowers to those dear to them. It is a day to honour the ones we have wed, or confess our feelings. And tulips, Master Dwalin, in the language of flowers, mean the first confession of love."

Intriguing creatures. But not an unexpected gesture, coming from them. Dwalin looked down at the small plant. It didn't look the same. It was softer, like you. Its scent reached the Dwarf's nose. He hadn't been there for long but he could remember the essence that had floated in your home. And it smelled like it, like your home. It reminded him of you in every way, no matter which angle he looked at it. Now, he could see.

"I need yer help some more, burglar."

The night wasn't particularly scary to you. It was something peaceful, even. And night was often the time of grand parties amongst Hobbits. Yet, far from everything you knew, it wasn't comforting either. Silently, you sat on your bedroll, far from the fire.

You sighed. Sometimes, you felt very lonely. You missed your friends dearly. Oh yes, you were happy that Bilbo was there with you. It made things a bit easier to go through. But it was not the same.

The tulip was still haunting your thoughts. Bright, beautiful and proud, living its best life in your beloved's garment. It had been mocking you all day long, the vivid color reminding you of the answer you were not given. Or rather the upsetting one he had served you. Childishly, you kicked at the ground and crossed your arms on your chest. It was unfair.

You froze, when a big hand was laid on top of your head.

"Ye seem mad, Halfling."

At the familiar voice, you relaxed. Although there was still tension in your shoulders. It seemed Fate wasn't done with you and wanted to torture you a little more.

You shook your head, chasing the hand away.

"That, I am not. Anger makes you stupid, and stupid gets you killed."

His laughter, loud and deep, pulled a little smile out of you. You stayed still as he sat down to your side.

"This is very well said. Yer startin to think like a real warrior."

At his compliment, your heart swell, and your body threatened to burst out with pride. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red glint of the petals, and the feeling died down. You wanted to rip it out of here, throw it on the ground and step on it the same way it had stepped on your love. But at the same time, you wished it would live timelessly for the dwarf to keep and cherish.

You sighed, for the hundredth time, when a folded piece of fabric came into your sight, making you flinch a little. Curious, you inspected it. It was simple, and you were certain it had been ripped from a clothing. The bumps told you there was something inside.

You looked up at your friend.

"What is it?"

"Take it. For ye." He replied, pushing it closer to you.

Hesitantly, you obeyed. With a swift of his hand, he ordered you to take a look inside.

Slowly, you unfolded it, revealing what it contained. The small branche decorated with dozens of tiny purple flowers caught your eyes first. It was radiant, and you couldn't believe he had managed to find some in the little time that had been given to him. You smiled, bringing it up to your face to inhale the sweet perfume.

Putting it back down, you noticed there was something else. A tiny piece of steel with a hole in it. It was engraved, the patterns really clear and neatly made.

"Yer burglar friend said Hobbits court each others with flowers." He explained, pointing at the plant. "Us, dwarves, we court with clasps we braid into our partner's hair."

Your head shot up. There was no hint of mockery on his face. You had offered him your heart, and he was now offering you his.

"Master Dwalin I-"

"Now, will ye deny me?"

You shook your head. That, you would not do. For sure. If it was no jokes, and it didn't look like one, you would not be as foolish as to deny a thing you had hoped for.

Delicately, you picked the small piece of hair ornament and handed it to your soldier, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

"Will you braid my hair, then?"

And so he did, working his strong fingers through your mane gently, while you cradled his other gift close to your heart.

Lilac, for the first feeling of love.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit reader insert #the hobbit #dwalin x reader #dwalin son of fundin #dwalin #dwalin x you #dwalin x yn

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 3 years

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hello! i was wondering if you could write the following request; you are a member of the Brotherhood, the most dangerous assassins league of Middle Earth. To say that the Company of Thorin Oakenshield is both impressed and intimidated is an understatement.

The Company/Reader: Killer Good Looks pt.1

Trigger Warnings: Referenced assault and child abuse, murder

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To say you're an excellent fighter would be a gross understatement.

You're the very definition of a rogue; you like shiny things, you're stealthy, cunning, persuasive, what are we missing...? Oh! And you're also an infamous deadly assassin for hire, and you get hired alright.

You're wanted (in more ways than one), for people are always looking for someone to fulfill their dirty deeds for them.

Almost everything is on the table with you; you'll steal things for people (and yourself), kill if the price is right, infiltrate and lie, and many other things, however, there are some things off limits.

For example, you won't kill kids. You never have and you never will, you flat out refuse; you also don't sell yourself to others for pleasure or other things of inappropriate nature; and, most importantly of all, you don't kill those whom you have a relationship with (meaning you don't kill friends, though those are few and far between).

When you were but a child your parents sold you off to put bread on their table, and you knew nothing but torment from that moment on.

For months the lady's husband would sneak into your rooms at night, and she would always pretend not to notice; she took to releasing her frustrations out on you under the false pretense that you were an issue, beating you, berating you, yelling, abusing; they were horrible people taking advantage of a 10 year old child in every way imaginable.

You felt no remorse when you finally gathered the courage to slit their throats one night, and to this day you still don't.

The news of your deeds spread quickly, for they proved to be quite shocking and a wonderful topic for conversation.

A mere child servant manages to kill their masters unseen and unheard, escaping into the night never to be seen again? That would catch anyones attention. And it certainly caught the attention of The Brotherhood.

They found you, took you in, and honed your sloppy skills to make you into the perfect, lethal weapon.

You've killed more people than you can count, stolen more than even the richest man has, and lied to everyone you've ever met at least once.

It's safe to say that you're not exactly a stand up citizen.

Your name, as well as the name of the organization who taught you all you know, is well known throughout Middle Earth which is why you were, ultimately, employed to assist and protect the line of Durin in their journey to reclaim Erebor...

Except, unbeknownst to them, you have ulterior orders from The Brotherhood regarding the operation.

Once the dragon is either confirmed dead or slain and the mountain is reclaimed, you are to kill the Durin's (and anyone else who stands in your way) and claim the mountain for The Brotherhood.

When you were first given this assignment you had no qualms with it.

Yes, dwarfs are strong, brave, and resilient, but you are fast, intelligent, and one of the best fighters in the organization because of your early start and ability to disconnect yourself from almost every situation. Also, you don't know them, any of them, and you've never had trouble killing royal, powerful people before.

It was supposed to be easy.

You joined the group in a cute little place called The Shire in a hobbit hole belonging to one Bilbo Baggins, and when you met everyone you figured that killing them would be easy, but as time went on you began to forget about your mission.

Everything started out simple. You didn't talk much and they stayed away from you for the most part; partially out of intimidation, but also from reservations on disturbing you.

You're a private person, and they'd hate to make you dislike them by being nosy or prying.

Gandalf is the only one who knows of your past, but even knowing who you truly are, he never for a second suspected what your true purpose was.

It's around the time you all leave Rivendell and return to the road when things start to change.

Thorin wanted to keep a schedule and reach the Misty Mountains before the end of the 4th week, and halfway into the 4th, you're already there are the entrance to the mountain pass.

Because the group makes such excellent time Thorin chooses to reward the group with a day and night full of rest to spend restocking supplies, regrouping, and relaxing, which is something that benefits you all greatly.

By this point, you've worked up enough 'trust' to actually sleep in short bursts around them, and you take full advantage of this day of rest to regain your strength.

At some point during the night you manage to fall asleep, and hen you wake you find that you managed to pass out for a good 4 hours.

The very first thing you notice is Dwalin sitting not far from you, and the blanket draped over your resting form.

To say you're taken off guard would be an understatement, for you never expected to be treated with such tenderness (or at least, tenderness by your definition considering the life you've lead).

"Dwalin...?" You call after a time of looking ahead, wanting to find out his motivations.

His gaze snaps over to you and a small, greeting smile falls upon his lips, "Good evening. It is mid-night, I'm sure you'd like to know."

You glance briefly up at the sky and observe the position of the moon and stars and find that he's correct, then your gaze returns to his face. "I see. What are you doing over here, though?"

The balding dwarf looks a tad more sheepish when you ask your question, and his voice contains slight embarrassment, "Well, we know you don't much like sleeping around us, or in general, so I thought that keeping watch here may help you feel even a bit safer."

Those words shock you to your very core.

"You'll always be safe with us, you should know. You protect us in waking, so the least we can do is return the favor in sleeping."

Any and all responses that come to your mind in this moment seem inadequate in comparison to his declaration, so you're left sitting there looking at him with a blank, yet dumbfounded stare.

"You needn't say anything in response. I just thought you should know." Another smile graces upon his lips, and then his attention turns back out towards the darkened tree line surrounding the mini camp in a half circle. "Sleep more if the desire is to suddenly strike you."

And, for some odd reason, you do.

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For the first time in what has to be years, you sleep through the night and do not wake again until the sun beckons you to do so.

When the first light shines through the trees and makes the forest sparkle with morning magic, you arise and find that a new dwarf, Ori, has taken the place of Dwalin.

A feeling, one that you can't identify, rises within you, and you find yourself unable to handle it.

"Ori." You greet curtly, "I am going to depart for a time. Expect me back in 20 minutes."

The young dwarf looks up at you and nods shallowly, not even entertaining the thought that you would need an escort. "Alright. Get back safely."

His words linger with you after you leave, for the act of being cared for is alien to you.

When was the last time someone genuinely cared for your well-being and not just what they would lose if you were to perish? When was the last time someone thought of you as a person who could be harmed instead of a weapon that maybe tarnished every-so-often?

These thoughts plague your mind as you go to search the game traps you lay around the camp the morning before, and you find that the prize is well worth the early journey.

3 rabbits, 2 squirrels, and a wild hog around 2 feet long and a foot wide. The hog you caught along the way, actually. It had been sniffing around one of the game traps you sent (the trap wouldn't have been strong enough to hold it anyways), and you wasted no time in throwing a dagger straight into its' head.

You string up the rabbits into a line of rope and carry the hog over your shoulders (it's really heavy, so you made sure to evenly distribute the weight), and then you head straight for the group with your prizes in hand.

When you enter the clearing you're noticed immediately, for the game hanging from your body draw a lot of attention.

"Odin's beard!" Gloin exclaims, jumping up from his spot once his eyes fall upon you, "Look at all of that!"

All eyes are on you as soon as the red-haired dwarf alerts them to your presence, but you maintain a mask of nothing even despite your discomfort with being the center of attention.

"Where did you get all that?" Fili calls, getting up and approaching you to help carry the load.

You shrug off the line of rabbits and squirrels to him when he begins to tug on it and bring the hog to the middle of the camp, dropping it down heavily.

Bombur looks up at you with a grand smile and praises you in his low, baritone voice, "Well will you look at that! Now that's a hog."

You dip your head in acknowledgement of his compliments and offer right after, "Do you want me to skin them?"

"Oh, no, no! You have done more enough for us, we can manage that at the very least." The older dwarf assures you, patting the fat belly of the swine, "Thank you, lass. We haven't had a commendable meal in months, so this will be a real treat."

You received so many compliments and acclimations that you almost began to blush, but that's an unconscious ability that had left you a long time ago.

Everyone traveled with full bellies that afternoon, and there was plenty of leftovers to last everyone well into the next day as well.

Things like this are seldom the topic of talk or praise in the organization you work for, and you can never rely on anyone. You're all thieves, after all. Liars, tricksters, murderers... how could you trust someone like that to have your back? But... somehow, they trust you to protect them and their precious royal friends.

You: the liar, trickster, and murderer.

They sleep in your presence as if you hadn't stolen millions in treasure, product, and money; as if you hadn't killed a quarter of the people you've met in your lifetime. They trust you, the real you (or at least the realest version of you that there is), and it's a truly foreign feeling.

Of course, even though these good feelings long since lost to you have returned for a time, you keep yourself in check with the thoughts of what they would do to you if they found about your true intentions.

The images of their betrayed, angry faces, the disgust that would shine in their eyes when they realize what you're truly capable of... you're always sure to not lose sight of your end goal; the Mountain of Erebor and its' lost treasure. If you're to fail, you're certain that you'll be killed (either by the dwarfs or The Brotherhood), so you don't even entertain the thought of abandoning your mission.

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Later in the day, during the trek up those horrible, treacherous mountains, you're approached by Bofur, the hat wearing dwarf with a smile more contagious than any sickness.

"Hello." You greet curtly when he falls into step beside you, eyeing him in your peripherals. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, no." He shakes his head no and reaches up to straighten his fur hat, "You just looked a little lonely, is all."

Lonely, huh?

You don't reply right away and look ahead with your usual blank expression and dull eyes, though you do feel an uncomfortable, appreciative feeling swell inside of you. "I am not lonely." You inform him matter-of-factly, though when you glance down at his face you see that your words have slightly hurt his feelings.

Your heart twists slightly painfully when you see his saddened countenance, and before you can even think about it you're blurting out, "But I welcome the company regardless."

His frown is immediately replaced with a brilliant smile and his eyes positively shine with enthusiasm; you never thought your acceptance would garner such a reaction from him (much less anyone for that matter).

The dwarf practically talks your ear off while the 15 of you travel up the Misty Mountains, telling you everything he possibly can about his homeland, family, and feelings regarding the journey (as well as other things), and while all this incessant blathering would normally irk you, you actually find that you quite like it.

Bofur's excited speech does eventually die down when it starts to rain, though, for he and yourself both think it safer to concentrate on the hike as its level of danger grows.

It isn't long before night falls, and once it does the rain becomes a much more dangerous obstacle.

There is lower visibility and the rocks become horribly slippery, though neither of these things could ever hope to top the giant stone beasts that begin to battle right in front of you all.

The stone giants don't seem notice any of you, and if they do then they simply don't care, and you all barely escape with your lives. They throw huge boulders bigger than any building you've ever seen, and their hand-to-hand combat leaves you all shaking against the mountainside, fearful of falling to your deaths as you sway every which way.

To your, and everyone else's luck and great joy, a little cave in the mountainside appears before you all (after a horrible death scare with half of the company), and it becomes your resting spot for the night.

You, like usual, choose a spot closest to the cave entrance with rock that covers both your back and left side and fall asleep effortlessly. You plan on only resting for four or so hours, hopefully until the rain passes, and then you can resume watch so the others may regain their strength (they're heavier and bigger than you, so they need more rest and food).

Those 4 hours (and an extra half!) pass by without issue and your internal clock eventually wakes you up.

One of the first things you see when your eyes flutter open is the stone ceiling of the cave hovering above you, and the next is Bofur who sits in the little watch spot right across from your sleeping area.

You sit up as soon as your sleep addled mind clears and your blurry eyes gain focus and call softly, "Bofur, go ahead and take a rest. I can resume your watch."

The dwarf jumps slightly when your soft voice breaks through the silence and reaches out to him, but he doesn't move to get up. Instead, a small smile upturns the corners of his lips and he whispers back, "No, you do a watch of your own every night and refuse to wake anyone else up often enough. Please, go back to sleep."

He noticed that?

You can't even keep the surprise from your face, for your eyes widen almost imperceptibly and your lips part slightly. "I..." You've been shocked speechless, something that you thought impossible.

"We have all noticed, in case you're wondering. Now, go ahead and resume sleep. I've still got another 30 minutes of watch."

And, for some reason, you don't protest.

Sleep calls to you and tugs at your eyelids, making them heavy and causing your eyes to burn. What spell have they put you under to make you tired again under a simple command, you wonder?

You fall back asleep despite yourself, but it doesn't last long, for within 20 minutes after Bilbo tries to leave and the storm begins to quiet, the floor opens beneath you all and swallows everyone whole.

#the company x reader #thorin oakenshield #bofur #dwalin #bilbo #fili #kili #assassin reader #reader insert #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #bofur x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #dwalin x reader #bilbo x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years

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LOTR/Hobbit Characters and Your Arachnophobia (request)

Requested: Yes! @red-riding asked: “Can I request a head cannon of lotr and hobbit characters reaction to their s/o or friend being scared of spiders? Specifically Thatnduil, Legolas, Thorin, And anyone else you like. Thank you so much! “

Warnings: spiders 🕷️

A/N: Can you believe I wrote the Legolas bit last? I could not think of a scenario for him for the life of me. Thranduil and Thorin were pretty easy to be honest, and the only thing I got for Legolas was “Knight in shining armour”. It took me longer than a week to come up with something decent.

THRANDUIL

“Honey, this is the wrong place to be if you’re afraid of spiders.”

Thranduil’s words were supposed to be funny, you guessed, but they were anything but.

Just moments before you had let out a high-pitched scream when you entered your chambers, scaring the spider that caused the scream, but also the King of Mirkwood and a bunch of servants.

Thranduil had rushed towards you when he heard you screaming, worried his castle was under attack and you were in danger.

When he realized it was all because of a tiny, harmless spider on your wall, he released the breath he was holding and he returned to his usual sarcastic self.

But Thranduil wouldn’t be Thranduil if he didn’t take care of you, his dear friend.

Now that he learned this new information about you, he doubled the patrols in the surrounding forest. Every guard that could be spared in the castle was send out to track the remaining spider nests and destroy them.

He didn’t dare to think about how you’d react when you would get face to face with a giant spider in his forest, if you were already terrified of such a small one. He would try to avoid that at all costs.

LEGOLAS

When Legolas learned you were afraid of spiders, he didn’t tease you about it like you expected him to.

Being an Elf he loved and valued every animal, so he didn’t understand it. Sure, they weren’t the most beautiful creatures but they were very useful. At least, the smaller ones were.

He refrained himself from telling you about the giant spiders in the forest of his homeland. If his plan to court you would succeed one day - the boy was trying so hard, it was adorable - he would want you to join him to the Woodland Realm. And something told him that you wouldn’t go if you knew about their little spider infestation...

So he took it upon himself to try and get you over your fear.

He told you there was nothing to worry about, they were more afraid of you than the other way around.

He learned you to look further than their appearance and to appreciate the beauty of their webwork, their self-sustainability and how they played their part in the ecosystem.

Your anxiety had diminished, to your own surprise. You started to look at them with different eyes thanks to Legolas.

You still screamed when you noticed a spider near you and Legolas being your knight in shining armour still got rid of it for you, but ever since he talked to you about them, you asked him to remove them instead of killing them.

Small steps, Legolas smiled when he released the spider on the other side of camp. You’ll get there eventually.

THORIN

Thorin was afraid of spiders. Terrified even. And he desperately tried to keep it a secret.

The other members of the company would never let it go if they knew, probably putting spiders in his hair or yelling about spiders just to scare him.

So when you and your brother Bilbo joined the company and he learned you were also scared of them, he was relieved.

They wouldn’t dare to tease you about it, and he could use you as an excuse to let them check their campsite for spiders every night.

Their journey was eventful, and Thorin did what he could to protect you the entire time. Wargs, Orcs, your angry brother, ... he didn’t shun away from it and faced each and every one of them head-on.

But when they entered the forest of Mirkwood, his courage was going to be put to the test.

Thorin wasn’t comfortable at all in this forest, he was constantly on edge. There was something about it that didn’t feel right.

When the giant spiders emerged from the trees above them, he froze.

His companions leaped forward and started fighting the arachnids without any hint of fear. This was just another enemy for them to kill. Another bump on the road.

Thorin swallowed and frantically looked around him.

There were so many spiders, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He was paralyzed with fear.

A high pitched scream not too far from him made him jolt out of his state of shock. What he saw made his heart stop.

You were cornered against a tree by two enormous spiders, defenseless since your weapon was on the ground out of your reach. Everyone else was too busy fighting for their own lives to notice you needed help.

It was up to Thorin to save you.

He took a few deep breaths, grabbed his sword with two hands and ran towards you. He yelled the angriest battle cry he’d ever done, trying to overcome his fear. You were in danger, and the fear he felt while fighting the spiders was bigger than his arachnophobia.

The fear of losing you.

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 3 years

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The Halfling from the Mountains Cont’d

Hey all! So I wanted to write something for Fanfic Writers’ Day, and even though it’s coming in a bit late, I decided to write a small continuation of the Mulan AU. It is almost a year exactly since I posted this little drabble, and it’s by FAR the most popular drabble I have on tumblr. Also, I really needed Kili to ask Bilbo if he “would like to stay forever.” 😆 Please enjoy.

Thorin and Bilbo had barely hobbled their way to the base of the hill before they were swarmed by allies. Healers ushered them to one of the many tents being erected on the cleanest part of the battlefield. While Bilbo only had a few bumps and bruises of little concern, Thorin was all but thrown into a cot as they tended to his foot. Bilbo was able to get one more glance at the protesting king before he was shoved down on a makeshift bench with a bowl of stew in his hands.

“Eat up, laddie. I’m afraid the hard work isn’t over just yet.” Oin instructed before leaving to tend to others.

Bilbo allowed himself the moment of peace as all the adrenaline seeped out with each bite of the bland, but very welcome food. Perhaps, truly this time, the worst was behind them.

“WHAT A MESS! WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THE ARKENSTONE THIEF?”

Then again, perhaps not. Bilbo’s head whipped up to see a furious Dain stroll into the camp. He jumped to his feet, the stew regrettably spilling to the ground only to invite the irate dwarf’s attention. Dain immediately stalked into his direction, and for every step forward, Bilbo took one back until he bumped into someone behind him. He startled and turned to apologize only for the person to put a hand on his shoulder and gently push him behind them. Bilbo’s shoulders sagged in relief at the sight of Dwalin. Dain, on the other hand, was flummoxed.

“Stand aside.” Dain ordered. “That creature isn’t worth protecting.”

Bilbo flinched at the sheer acid in his tone. Before Dwalin could respond, his brother appeared on his other side completely blocking Bilbo from view now.

“He’s a hero.” Balin argued.

“He’s a Halfling and a thief.” Dain scoffed.

Bilbo’s jaw nearly dropped as he was suddenly surrounded by his entire company minus the Durins. Each of them with a hard glint in their eyes.

“Listen here you pompous windbag.” Bofur growled. It was the only time Bilbo ever recalled him truly angry. “I think we know our Burglar better than any here. You owe the life of your King to him.”

Dain looked about ready to spit fire as his face changed to match the color of his hair.

“HE BETRAYED MY KING AND ANY THAT DEFEND HIM ARE JUST AS BAD!”

Well that seemed to set everyone off as the Company started to yell loudly in defense of their honor, and Dain and his men continued to besmirch the hobbit’s name. Bilbo, having quite enough of such nonsense, was about ready to find some way to shut them all up when a strong voice broke through the clearing.

“SHARZA!”

Silence rang through the camp as all eyes be they man, elf, dwarf, and hobbit, turned to regard Thorin. The king’s foot was wrapped tightly yet blood still managed to seep through the bandages. Because of this, he was being supported by his two nephews, but all three managed to look regal and proud in their grimy states. Thorin’s cold eyes bore into Dain until the other dwarf dropped his head. At that point, Thorin regarded the Company and silently demanded they stand aside. Bilbo was once more exposed to the glares and curious stares of the surrounding crowd. He could kill Thorin.

“This is Bilbo Baggins.” Thorin announced in a clear voice that somehow seemed to ring for miles without being too loud.

“He was contracted by my Company of thirteen dwarves to leave his home in the Shire and burgle from a dragon. He thinks of nothing but creature comforts of good homes and good food. He was inexperienced with a blade prior to joining us, and knew nothing of how to survive in the wild and yet…”

Bilbo blinked in shock at the warm smile that split Thorin’s face.

“He has saved us all. As King, I pardon any and all crimes against his person. Master Baggins shall only ever be treated with respect on behalf of all Durin’s folk.”

If Bilbo was caught off-guard before, the sight of Thorin bowing to him nearly had him flat on his back. What made it worse was it started a domino effect as next the Company was bowing, then the rest of the dwarves, and finally the remainder of the entire Free People’s army. Even Dain, who looked like he tasted something foul, bowed in deference to his king. Bilbo wanted to scream that he wasn’t a hero! He was just a simple hobbit from the Shire, but faced with the truly humbling sight, he couldn’t find the words. Almost as if realizing his newfound conundrum, Thorin rose with a hidden twinkle in his eye before he turned to return to his tent using his sister sons as his crutch, satisfied that Bilbo would have no more difficulties. The Company patted his back or ruffled his hair. Dori even offered to stay with him if he felt unsafe, but Dain’s hasty retreat spoke volumes about any remaining troubles Bilbo would had. In a matter of seconds, he was alone once again.

“There’s seems to be an awful lot of excitement this side of the Misty Mountains.”

Almost alone. Bilbo looked up at Gandalf whose smirk somehow managed to reflect amusement and pride all at the same time.

“He didn’t have to do that.” Bilbo finally found his voice, regardless of how awe-filled it was.

“I would think Thorin has a differing opinion on the subject. You’ve done well, Bilbo. You can go home now knowing you have gone above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Hmm?” Bilbo mused, not registering Gandalf’s words.

“Why back to the Shire! You do still plan to return to Bag End, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Bilbo snapped reflexively only to flinch at the harshness of his own words. “I mean, yes, I do...I just...”

“Well,” Gandalf offered. “We have a few days. Think about it, and let me know, whatever you decide.”

***

Bilbo thought about it, but he was no closer to an answer. He had to go back to Bag End. He was a Baggins after all, but the idea of leaving his dwarves. Leaving Thorin...it left a hole in his chest that refused to be closed. He finally decided it was just the freshness of leaving his friends. A few months back in the Shire, and the pain would leave him once he was back where he belonged. Therefore, despite how much it hurt, he told Gandalf he did still intend to go home.

His dwarves did not take the news well.

Bilbo ignored the pleading eyes of the Durin princes as he finished putting away his new clothes from Dori into his pack along with trinkets from the whole Company. Well, all but Thorin. Even Dain had come by to apologize for the way he had reacted after he got the full story and left Bilbo with a rather large and impractical shield. Remarkably, Bilbo had seen neither hide nor hair of the new King Under the Mountain since his declaration to return home.

“You could build a new home here! You don’t have to go, Mister Boggins.” Kili pleaded.

Bilbo couldn’t help smirking as he patted the dwarf on the shoulder.

“As I have said before Kili, the Shire is where I belong."

“You also belong here.” Fili added, looking oddly serious and melancholy.

Bilbo’s smile fell as he turned his back to hide how effected he was by the prince’s words.

“Me? I’m just a silly hobbit. I no more belong in a mountain than an acorn in a window garden. Now, are you going to walk me to the gate or expect me to carry all of this myself?”

Fili and Kili had many more protests for him, but in the end gathered the ornate shield and the chest bearing his company’s treasures to be loaded on Bilbo’s pony. The rest of the Company, minus their king, was gathered just as somber as Bilbo’s companions. The wizard was ready to go, and waited for Bilbo to make his goodbyes.

“Well...” He started. “T-Thank you. Thank you all for...the most amazing adventure. If you’re ever in the Shire, tea is at four...don’t bother to knock.”

That earned a weak chuckle from his friends.

“And I suppose tell Thorin that...”

His throat closed, and Bilbo had to look down at his toes to gather his courage.

“Tell Thorin...”

“Yes?”

Bilbo’s head shot up as his heart thrummed in his chest.

“Thorin!” He breathed in delight.

The king was looking much healthier if but for the dark circles under his eyes and the saddened expression.

“You’re here.” Bilbo remarked in awe.

Thorin ducked his head with a small smile.

“I was getting your going-away gifts together.”

“Oh.”

Bilbo should have been delighted much like he was with the other Company members’ gifts. However, he had been hoping for...well, he wasn’t quite sure what. Without further ado, Thorin pulled out Bilbo’s small sword he had been rather fond of but sacrificed in desperation to rid them of the monster orc. Sting.

“I asked Prince Legolas and Captain Tauriel to try and find it. They were more than happy to assist. I hope that it reminds you of all that you’ve done for Erebor.”

He presented it to Bilbo with a small bow, and Bilbo repeated the motion happy to place the blade back in the scabbard on his hip. Even with his limited experience, it certainly made him feel better having it on his person.

“Also,” Thorin added almost eagerly. “I want you to have this.”

Letting his braid flutter lose, Thorin tugged one of the hair beads from his own raven locks and presented it to Bilbo.

“So all of Arda will know what you have done for me, a grateful and indebted king.”

Bilbo was practically trembling.

“Thorin.” He croaked. “I-I can’t...”

“Please.” The king whispered as he carefully closed Bilbo’s fingers over the bead sitting innocently on his palm. “For me.”

It was too much. Thorin looking at him like that. His too large hands still softly cradling his hand. There was only so much a respectable hobbit like Bilbo could take. Before he could stop himself, he closed his eyes and surged up onto his tiptoes as he planted a kiss on the handsome king. It was quick and chaste and breath-taking all at once. Thorin seemed equally befuddled but hopeful. Bilbo tried his hardest to ignore the cheers of the Company and the heat in his own cheeks as he gave Thorin a single nod.

“Well then...good evening.”

He turned to saddle the pony when his actions seemed to catch up to him. What exactly was he doing?! He loved Thorin. How could he leave him now? His mind struggled to process the influx of emotional information while he remained halfway on his pony, staring into the setting sun.

“Perhaps...” Gandalf finally offered, far too amused. “We got too late a start.”

Thorin picking up on the cues rushed to Bilbo’s side.

“Would you...? Would you like to stay for dinner?” He blurted much to the annoyance of their friends.

“WHAT HE MEANS IS WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!” Kili corrected.

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh including Bilbo and Thorin. The hobbit finally returned to the present turning to Thorin with a large grin.

“I think dinner would be a lovely start.”

And Bilbo enjoyed dinner in Erebor for many years to come.

#bagginshield #thilbo #mulan au #continuation of another drabble #dain really isn't a bad guy #its just a lot to take in for a mere few hours

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idjitlili · 3 years

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The Goblin king...the one without warts.

Thorin x reader.

(Not my image.)

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company, of course Gandalf shoves you in with no choice. Growing close to Thorin eventually, after stopping at an inn.

A/n:Anon request includes ,but I won't spoil it. I do not own any characters.

Word count:4682

Characters:Y/n, the company, humans, elves, and David Bowie as Jareth.

Songs:ziggy stardust, as the world falls down.

Warnings: Alcohol, just ale. Uh mentions of jareths pants , and reference to a jareths 'magic'

It's only forever, it's not long at all. Only if we have forever, but we all die. We are not elves, we are not Morgan Freeman. Unless, you aren't telling me something?

Thus, you must take risks; to live the life you want to. The reason that you finally agreed to go an adventure, via Gandalf's request. Not that the leader of the group, that you'd be joining on this adventure, did not like the fact that a hobbit was joining , let alone alone you, a human, female. Not impressed to say the least.

You had just ignored the tree trunks insults, and seeking the company of the small hobbit. Both of you were in the same position, except you could maybe launch Thorin over a cliff.

Unknowingly Thorin had created a friendships, well between you, Bilbo, Fili and Kili. After you and Bilbo had decided to mock Thorin in secret.

"Wait, wait, I've got one." Standing up placing one leg on the log, hands on hips, head up , shaking you head slowly as if the wind was blowing it. "How's my hair?" Mocking Thorins low voice, looking at Bilbo who had stopped giggling, moving his eyes crazily to gesture behind you.

Turning your head slightly, to see Thorin staring at you. " Can I help you?" Unmistakable using a lower voice than normal, Thorin scrunched his brows together slightly. "What are you up to?" His eyes glazing over your stature, and posture.

"Oh, If you must know, Bilbo has been making sure that my family jewels have not dropped off due to my massive ego, last time he had to stitch them up because I am such a prick. Not that I could produce because I'm like 160." Maintaining eye contact with Thorin, chest fully pressed into the air, basically superhero pose, now off the log.

Thorin did not understand what you were talking about. "Get your things , we are moving on." Bilbo had just covered his mouth facing down, his eyes looking up.

“Do not test me , Y/n, I will throw you off a cliff, as if you was an end of bread. You are not worthy of this journey," Kili and Fili had been sat by, watching the scene unfold, as Thorin just stared at you. Kili walking over to you.

"Uncle!"

"My sisters son," Pulling Kili into a bear hug, him being the little bear, before pushing him off of you. "Get of me, people will think I'm soft, I am pure steel." You had not even noticed Thorin leaving.

"That was horrible," It really was, could you be anymore cringy? "You annoyed Uncle though, I am surprised he didn't put you into line." Fili didnt speak much, but when he did, it wasn't useless trivia.

"My arms may have no muscle, but does not mean I couldn't carry both Bilbo and Kili to their horses." Okay, maybe you would be able to actually, but it gained the trios attention. "I highly doubt that, y/n"

Bending your knees so that your back was in front of Kili, hands ready to grab his calves. "Y/n, are you sure? I don't want you t-"" we don't have all day, Kili."

" okay, Thorin." You had scoffed, as Kili had managed to get on your back, arms around your neck, legs around your front. "No, no,no not me." Bilbo shook his head furiously, in disagreement , as you gestures for him to get up. "Bilbo , please." Bilbo had sighed , as Fili watched you then pick up Bilbo, holding him Bridal style.

It was like carrying nothing, it was definitely a lot of weight, yet you still put in a face and walked through camp with them. Even if you couldn't fight, you weren't completely weak.

You had gained the attention of the dwarves, who Kili waved by in excitement , Bilbo just pretend to be dead in embarrassment. Thorin had caught your eye for a second as you walked by him, lift Bilbo onto his pony, Thorin told you pack, you were packing...Kili had then gotten off your back when you had kneeled down.

But what you didn't know, was that Thorin eyes were on you most of everyday during the the journey, you just happened to be oblivious to the gazes on you.

If you did catch Thorins gaze, you just thought that he was judging your actions,others picked up on their kings behaviour. Though they did not tell you, they did tease Thorin. Well only Dwalin , Kili and Fili dared to. Actually it was Bilbo who noticed first.

It was probably a few days after almost being eaten by trolls, that Thorin had began to develop feelings. At first he had just thought that you were mildly annoying like his nephews, that impression, was terrible. But once you were all captured by trolls...

You had pretended to be dead, the trolls had tossed you aside, and every time they were not looking you would crawl slightly. Tossing you aside for dessert. Thorin had caught this. Pulling faces as at him, as you slowly got closer, Thorin watching for the trolls.

When you had gotten next to Thorin, you had pulled a knife from you pocket , cutting the sack he was in. You had cut through quite a bit of the sack; when Thorin had pulled his hands out lifting you , shoving you into the sack with him, just as Berts eyes had glided over the dwarves.

That was when the trolls had noticed you had disappeared, but you were stuffed into the bottom of Thorins sack. You were too tall for the sack, your legs curled up, back inbetween Thorins legs. "Where is the human?!" The trolls had began to looking around finding no sign of you ,the moved on soon enough.

"Uh...the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um..." Bilbo had tried to distract the trolls , after seeing Gandalf of course you couldn't see , you could only smell Thorin.

"Uh...not...not that one, he...he's infected!"

"You what?"

"Yeah he's got worms in his...tubes."

"Ooh!"

"In-in fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't."

"Parasites? Did he say parasites?" The dwarves were not the smartest bunch to say the least.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites! You have parasites!"

Thorin had realised that Bilbo is trying to buy them time and kicks Kili, but ends up smacking you with his calf, making you groan , only for Thorin to gently squeeze your shoulder, the trolls had been too busy listening to dwarves , that they never heard your quiet groan.

Gandalf soon had arrived, saving you all as always, the trolls turned to stone. It didn't take long for Bilbo to realise you were missing still. "Where's y/n?"

"I'm over here, Bilbo." You could not get out of the sack neither could Thorin, without someone helping you out. Kili being next to Thorin, had heard your voice, turning to see his uncles, feet looking a bit too pointy. "Where?"

Bilbo had turned in circles in search, Thorin just later there with the most unimpressed face.

"Bilbo, she's over here." Bilbo had hoped over , out of the sack, before opening the sack at the top to allow Thorin could shuffle out. Standing up, Thorin had pulled you up and out by your hand.

"T-thanks, um, your thighs are very comfortable, if I was murderer , I would make them into pillows. Oh, um, thanks , uh," your face flushed pink, noticing how you sounded and that both Bilbo and Kili was right next to you. Sometimes you are ought to think before you speak, a common term taught to children, yet you do not. You had rushed off back to camp, after that.

Tis was a compliment to dwarves for a woman to comment on their thighs or stature.

That was it, Thorin began to notice things about you, you helping Bilbo onto his pony when he needed help, even if he didn't directly ask. The way you'd slip on mud , even if it was dry, save yourself and look around wide eye if anyone had seen. How your arms got tired as you'd try to plait your hair. Slapping Kili gently on the back of the head if he said something mean about one of the others. Normally Kili picked on Ori's knitting .

Of course, Thorin thought his affections only went one way. You could not deny, the dwarven king was intoxicating, you were highly attracted to him. He was a mean guy, no he was not , he didn't want Bilbo to get killed going in this journey to help him.

You hadn't spoken to Thorin directly really, well until he allowed the company to stop at an

inn for the night, which everyone was happy about. The Dwarves were mostly excited for ale. You just hoped they had a deep clean...

Luckily they did , and soon everyone was a sat tables in the pub, 3 separate ones, you being stuck next to Thorin ,Bilbo next to you, Bofur next to him,Kili and Fili so on. Next came the ale, being pushed in front of you all.

Bilbo asked for a tea, but Bofur wouldn't have it, so there sat Dildo sipping at the pint of ale. Whilst everyone drank down theres soon enough, you just drinking it , because you was shoved against Thorin. After your fourth ale that's when you heard it.

A noise like a hurricane , the soaring winds of the mans pipes opened.

"Oh

Oh, yeah

Ziggy played guitar

Jamming good with Weird and Gilly

And the Spiders from Mirkwood

He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man" Looking over to the small stage, a skinny man, with a huge blond Mohawk stood, his bare chest exposed showing a large pendant on his lower chest.

"Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang

Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan

He could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang" Your breath hitched, as your eyes travelled down to his pants, he wore a legging type pants, showing off everything

"They came on so loaded, man

Well-hung and snow-white tan

So where were the spiders

While the fly tried to break our bones?

With just the beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans

And should we crush his sweet hands?" The dwarves and hobbit noticed your change, following your eyes to the man on stage.

"Do you know him?" Fili had snapped you out of your trance quickly, "o-oh, um, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Who is he, lass?" Thorin said nothing just stared back between you and the man, as you kept glancing at him. Bofur had waited for your reply, calling over more ales. "my best friend ." That was the truth, not that anyone knew but you had wished yourself away to the goblins, thus a friendship bloomed.

Growing up you didn't have many friends, you still don't , Jareth was always there for you, you didn't want to out him being a fae.

"He was the nazz

With God-given ass

He took it all too far."

That's when he caught your eye, sending you a wink before continuing to sing with ease.

Half an hour later, you were starting to feel a little more free, after more ale, leaning onto Thorin for support.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed." Jareth had started his 15 song of the evening, you had jumped up, well start up. "Thorin! Come on, let's dance." You had pushed him slightly. "Why?"

"Just come on, 'deep in your eyes a kind a pale eye,' that's you so you must dance with me, please." Thorin had finally had budged , standing up, his eyes were gems indeed. You had grabbed onto Thorins hand pulling him onto the cleared floor. You didn't know how to dance not really, but it was the heat of the moment. Well actually you had danced with Jareth during his masquerade.

"Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast." Placing one hand onto Thorins shoulder, the other into his hand, you could only hope you weren't making a fool of yourself. Jareth did like to be generous.

"In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon."

Looking into Thorins , bright eyes, which stared back into yours, you followed suit with steps , you hadn't realised that Jareth had changed your clothes into a white gown and sorted your hair, but the others and Thorin noticed. Following Thorins eyes down to your clothing you had get let out a snort.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone" The dwarves hadn't seen Thorin dance since he was a prince, yet there he was with you dancing. Your eyes never leaving Thorins, as you danced in sync, turning together in a circular motion.

"I cannot wait for you to see Erebor." Thorin voice was quiet not to interrupt the music. You had grinned in confusion. "I thought you didn't want me on this quest? Why would you want me to see Erebor?"

"Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou."

"So that you can attend a proper ball." You had smirked at the King, who just smiled at you.

"Well, you have got plenty of time to tell me all about Erebor, on this journey, that is if you speak to me after this."

"As the world falls down

Falling."

"As you wish." Thus you both just went back to just dancing smiling a little more now.

"As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love." Though there was a room full of people surrounding you, it felt as if you were in your own world. Your own crystal...

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars." You could only hope that everyone would make it to Erebor...

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down" As the song finished, you had pressed a kiss to Thorins cheek, Jareth was having a break, you had let go of Thorin, telling him you'd be right back.

Still in your puffy gown, you had made your way over to Jareth standing at the bar with a glass of what could only be described as some sort of rose fancy drink, fit for a fae king. Jareth had placed the glass onto the side, holding his arms out for you.

Jumping into his arms, spinning you around, legs up , before placing you back onto the floor. "Jareth, I missed you." Jareth grinned back you showing his teeth , "as have I missed you, so you and the dwarven king?" Jareth had looked passed to you to Thorin, you looking back too to see Thorin glaring.

"Uh, I dont know, did you know we was going to be here?" Jareth had grinned larger, confirming his answer. "Come meet my friends quickly." You had grabbed Jareth by his hand leading him to your table.

The dwarves and the hobbit had looked up from their conversations, mostly with smiles. "Uh, guys , this is my best friend , Jareth, Jareth this is Bofur, Fili,Kili,Thorin and Bilbo." You had gave Jareth a side hug, he had clicked his fingers and you were in your regular clothes. " 'ello," Thorin had looked Jareth over as you squashed next to Thorin ,with Jareth next to you.

"So, what are you?" Kili bluntly asked,staring at Jareth in interest. "He's the g-ubli- king." Jareth had silenced you for a second blurring the word Goblin. "I'm sorry , what?" Bilbo Baggins was always intrigued by others, especially if you looked like Jareth. "He is a king."

"Of what."

"Now that , Bofur, is for you to figure out." Jareth was indeed a confusing, mysterious man, he seemed to have sobered the dwarves up.

"How did you do that with the dress?"

"You are a very curious lot , aren't you? - "

Jareth could be nasty, you were surprised with his behaviour.

"Well, then how did you meet him , y/n/n?"

" she wished to be taken."

"...Y-you are th-" Bilbo knew he had heard of the man he had heard sing, his books had had came in use. But again Jareth had cut Bilbo off, he knew what Dwarves were like.

"Clever hobbit."

Now, my love, if you need me you know what to do." Jareth had turned to you , pulling you into a hug, looking at Thorin, with a devilish grin. Only if you had know what he had put into Thorins head.

Really he just said, "I will turn you into pie for my Goblins, if you hurt my y/n." That was it, he was gone, you had been hugging air for a good second, before turning back to the group of men , who just stared at you.

"Uh? What?" Bofur, Kili and Fili exchanged looks of agreement.

"You and that strange man, yep, that definitely happened." The smirk inlaced into Kili's voice, as he stared at ,waiting for a response. You had only scoffed at " I'll call him back, and you ask him, I'm sure you'd him to make you into a pie for his Goblins." In that moment, Thorin had realised that Jareth, wasn't just a thin stick, he clearly had fed someone to his Goblins before, Thorin didn't want to find out if that was true.

Thus, the subject was dropped, and that was it,though the other dwarves wanted to know what just happened, and Gandalf didn't give a shit or already knew.

Well that was it until you had all left Rivendell , clean for now, only to get captured by Goblins.

No way were they anything like the unwanted children, absolutely. Stuck next to Thorin, you stuck out being human, wishing you had stumbled onto the actual Goblin king. Thorin had pulled you down and shielded you from the whips.

You could only wish... but you didn't Gandalf saved you all again.

Back on the road again, until Thorin gets chewed up by a warg, you rushing towards him, as the dwarves fought off the wargs and orcs. Only for the eagles to arrive , seeing an eagle fly at you and Thorin, you had laid careful onto him. The eagle swooping you both up . "Hey Thorin, are you alive? maybe I can use those thighs a scarf sometime?"

Thorin did not wake up, until Gandalf had done some magic shit, him and Bilbo became best friends.

Then you were all captured...again, by the worst kind of elves. Dumb blonds, no, Thranduil was just a dick. All of you were stripped down to one layer , all but Thorin and you , were shoved into cells. You was asked the general question, why are you travelling with dwarves, well actually that was it.

You had pretended to faint. When Thranduil stood over your head to see your face, you had pretended to wake up, punching him right in the dick. "O-oh my I-"

"Take them away!" Thorin was surprised you were not executed on the spot, oh how he tried to hide his laughter, as the elven knelt in agony ,and you were both dragged away. Shoved into a cage today, before the elves stomped away. Of course , Balin asks Thorin what happened, instead of telling him what you had done, he had simply said about him shouting in Khuzdul.

" Hey, are you coming to my execution tomorrow? I wonder if my last words should be 'being an elf there's only one down fall, once you get to Thranduils age, your cock shrivels up ," Thorin had snorted , and that is when he saw it, your hair...looked like radagasts hair ,but without poop and birds.

Thorins eyes had stared too long, it was clear to you, you were just talking to him, of course you'd see him staring. Your hair. Well yes that was embarrassing, a king was literally making fun of your hair by his silent judging.

"You're judging my hair? Did you not see radagasts?" Thorin had snapped out of this stare, realising what he had been doing, a light blush upon his face. "You are right, " that's he had said, and went back to looking at your hair.

Sighing you had sat on the cold stone, let again breaking Thorins stare. "Are you going to do my hair or just stand there?"

"Are you sure?" Accepting his offer Thorin was quickly sat behind you, combing your hair, of course you didn't know about dwarvish customs. You didn't know you had just accepted his courtship,but you had.

It wasn't long before your hair was braided completely , and just as you had stood up Ori had spoken up. Though you didn't here what he had said but you had heard Bilbo. "Not in here your not." A jingle of the keys and you were free, well lead to the cellars while the others questioned Bilbo.

Soon enough well when Thorin had convinced the dwarves to get in the barrels, via Bilbos request, leaving just you and Bilbo out. Until Thorin had gestured you over, helping you inside the Barrel, but you stuck out more than the others,you wondered why Bilbo didn't get in one with one of the other dwarves. You barely in the barrel when Bilbo had pulled the lever,gripping onto Thorins shoulders as you were both submerged for a spilt second. Thus, you were off , trying to escape the elves , squished against the dwarven king, that you had unknowingly courted.

Kili was shot, and Bombur did some extreme parkour, and boom you had reached land. Soaking, freezing, lucky your hair was all braided back, thanks Thorin. Stopping to allow Kili's leg to be wrapped up , to prevent further blood loss.

Dwalin had almost give you a heart attack ,as you stood twisting the water out of your clothing. "Who did you hair ,lass?" He had basically popped up beside you , inspecting your braids , his voice louder and powerful.

Looking at the dwarf, who looked right back waiting for your answer , already knowing the answer. "Thorin did, why?" Dwalin only hummed before returning to his brother, him surprisingly whispering to his brother, Fili and Kili had looked at each other in disgust. Even though Kili was supposedly in pain.

"Do that again and you're dead." Snapping your head up, to the unfamiliar voice..was that orlando bloom? A human, a man with shaggy dark hair, worn out clothes , beautifully structured face. Boom, you had been able to board passage on his barge.

"Why is a woman travelling with 13 dwarves and a hobbit?" You had coughed, turning around to face Bard, you weren't very sure what you was supposed to say. "Well, um-" " She's travelling with us because she's betrothed to uncle." Fili had spoken up, saving you from revealing everything, still you had turned to Fili, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Fili and Kili smirked.

"You are courting a dwarf?" Thorin had scoffed, as Bard kept his eyes on the lake, his tone was almost unimpressed. "Well, I almost fucked a fae s-" "y-y/n! That's not a-appropriate." Bilbo had choked out, without a thought.

"Come on, Gaggins, did you not see the pants he wore? His magic-"

"Enough." Thorin had interrupted you sharply, snapping your head towards the clearly annoyed King, walking over to him, punching his cheek. "Awwe, jealous of Jareth? You have a lot to live up to. Does your dick grow even after erecttion? I call it his magic c-"

" Hold on." Bilbo had pointed his pipe at you, staring at you, " How do you know that?" Bilbo had coughed again , with his cheeks red trying not to cry. "Don't tell him, maybe I held eye contact with not his eyes many times without him noticing , plus I asked him if he could grow tall as a house, and he said yeah, so I just assumed. I swear 100% I never walked in -"

"Hello, love." You had jumped out of your skin, turning around, there stood Jareth, your face flushed red, shoving him gently. "Oh- , not nice Jareth, could've died from shock." Jareth only ignored you, looking at your hair, his hand skimming over it , in interest.

"I heard you speaking of my cock, y/n/n, I'm flattered, but with those braids , I'm afraid you are no position to be making advances on me." Lips slightly touching your eyes, as the vibrations of his whisper sent chills down your neck. “Well, what position do you want me in?” Pressing your back right against Jareths, his hot breath heightened onto your jeck. Thorin was fuming with anger, the dwarves didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“Y-y/n, enough do you not know what you have agreed to by those plaits?”

You had turned quickly pulling Jareth away from the dwarves, well as far you could get anyways. "W-what are you talking about? What about the plaits?" Jareth had laughed loudly, getting the attention of the the dwarves , as you reached up to touch the braids.

"Oh, love, you don't know. Those plaits especially when done by a dwarf , signifies courtship, you have accepted." Eyes widened at the king, as he smirked at you, laughing lightly.

"What do I do? I am courting a king, I mean it’s not like I don’t like him , it’s j-“

“You are just being dramatic, you both share affections for each other, so what’s the problem? You know what to do if you need me.”poof he was gone, again.

So you had made your way over to Thorin, pulling him to his feet by his tunic, his eyes wide, as you pressed your lips to his harshly. His hands making their way into your hair, pulling you closer to him, kissing you back.

Your hands now under his jaw, the company well, they were as you could expect...cheering loudly. Pulling away from his lips, still in his hold , as you looked into his bright blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That consenting you to braid my hair , meant that I accepted your courtship? I would’ve anyways, but I had to find out from Jareth, I thought that was just a ruse to explain why I was travelling with a bunch of dwarves.”

“Sorry, thought you knew.”

“You hear that Lads, she thought he braided her hair out of the kindness of his heart.” Company had burst into mocking laughter, but you and Thorin had ignored it.

“Well, if we are going to get married, I need the goblin king as our wedding singer.”

“Goblin king?”

“What? You didn’t know, Jareth is the goblin king. Not that wart of a goblin, “

Thorin had only stared at you.

“No, you can’t kill him, his dick would come off and fuck you in the ass.”

“I’m sorry, who’s dick would what?” Bilbo had popped up , with disgust and confusion upon his face.

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Underestimated - Thorin’s Company

Requested by: @iwazoomingouttahere

I think this is how I request haha, could I have a Thorins company x reader where she’s the youngest so they assume she’s not a good fighter so they’re all shocked when she takes out a whole orc pack basically on her own? I loved all your other imagines and now I’m rambling haha sorry.. 💕

You’re the first person to request something, I’m so happy, thank you

Warning: Fluff. Moody lil’ reader. Mentions of violence. Mentions of blood. The company being absolute smothers. That’s it I think (not too sure if I used any curse words, pretty sure I didn’t this time.)

Words: 1,770

Pairings: Thorin’s Company x Reader (female reader) (young reader)

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Being the youngest seriously sucked. You had at least expected it from the dwarves, but for Bilbo to undermine your capabilities had truly flabbergasted you. ‘HE CAN’T EVEN LIFT AN ACTUAL SWORD!’ The bitter thought was loud as it bounced around in your head.

You trailed behind the company, minus Gandalf who, once again, disappeared to Mahal knows where. You kicked every rock and stone that were unfortunate to be along the path you walked. Your head was down as you mumbled insults about each and every person that walked before you.

“Bunch of elf loving, lettuce eating idiots.”

Granted, your insults were never too harsh when spoken about the people you’ve come to care about and travel with, but they had seriously infuriated you to know end. “Stupid Dwalin and his stupid bold head with his stupid axe, getting in the way of my kill.”

Fíli and Kíli slowed their walk until they fell behind enough to join your side, Kíli on your left, Fíli on your right. “Who are you cursing under your breath now, little mouse?” The older prince spoke as Kíli slung his arms over your shoulder.

“Yeah pipsqueak, why so moody?”

You huffed in annoyance and threw his arm off of your shoulders then folding your own across your chest, picking up speed, forcing the brothers to follow you. “Nothing.”

Fíli and Kíli snickered at your grouchy attitude and rolled their eyes, picking up their own speed to re-join you. “Now, now, don’t get your undergarments in a twist.”

You clenched your jaw and bit down harshly on your tongue, refraining from saying something you may regret to either of the two. Just as Fíli opened his mouth to say yet another snarky, teasing remark, Thorin announces that they were to stop and set up camp.

You breathed out a sigh in relief and quickly headed towards the opening that you’ve come across and proceed to slide your knapsack off of your shoulder and place in on the floor, pulling out your bedroll and setting it up ready for later that night.

Thorin gave orders to everyone, Bombur and Balin to sit tight whilst the others go collect wood and hunt for meat. You marched over towards Thorin with a determined step, chest puffed out, oozing confidence. “What do you want me to do?”

Thorin turned his gaze towards you and flashed you a small smile. “Don’t worry, go sit and read that book of yours, relax.” He ruffled your hair as he walked past you. You let your shoulder slump as you sighed in defeat, trudging over towards your bedroll, sitting down cross legged, elbows rested atop your knees and your face held within your hands.

‘Bloody dwarves.’

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You and the others sat around the fire, an amber glow illuminating each member of the company as they ate the rabbit stew Bombur had prepared with the help of Balin and Nori. They roared with laughter, but you sat there silently, not wanting to partake in their boisterous manners and jokes.

“What’s the matter lass? You tired?” Bofur spoke, drawing the company’s attention towards you.

“Are you tired? It’s fine if you want to head off to sleep.” Nori added, everyone curious if that was the reason for your unusual quietness.

You huffed in annoyance and set your nearly empty bowl of food down by the side of you with a thud, shocking some of the members. “No. I am NOT tired. No in the way you may think.” You uttered the last part of your answer quietly, fed up with how overbearing and annoying yet oblivious they were being. You stood hastily and began to walk to the treeline. “I’m going for a stroll.”

The other members were left stunned by your little outburst as they watched you quickly retrieve your weapon before disappearing beyond the trees. Just as Dwalin stood to go get you to return to camp, Balin placed a hand on to his brothers’ arm, stopping him from following you.

“Let her go, she clearly needs some time to herself.” Of course, Balin was just as concerned as any of the other members but knew Gandalf had chosen you to join them for a reason. Plus, they wouldn’t be far behind if you found yourself in a spot of trouble.

Dwalin grunted something unintelligible as he plonked himself back down beside Balin, still keeping an eye on where you exited the clearing and entered the darkened woods.

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As you wander through the forest, weaving in and out of trees, you cursed the dwarves and even the hobbit under your breath. You leant against a large tree, trying to calm your breathing and will a sense of peace to take over, but all you felt was anger.

Anger towards the dwarves. Anger towards the hobbit. Anger towards Gandalf. Anger towards yourself. Just pure anger.

You closed your eyes, listening to the serene sounds of the woodland area when all of the sudden, a snap of a twig pried your eyes open faster than the crack of a whip. You rolled your eyes, assuming it was your overbearing companions. “I swear to Mahal…just leave me be.”

You noted the silence that followed your statement causing your eyebrows to furrow. You stepped forward from the trunk of the tree and walked to peer around it. That was when you came face to face with a Warg, an orc sat atop of it.

Your eyes widened, the stench of its breath overwhelmed your sense, fear sunk in and overtook your body. You forced yourself to take a few steps back. The beast snarled. You slowly raised your hand and gripped the hilt of your sword tightly as it took a few steps towards you.

The further you stepped back, and the closer it stepped towards, more and more orcs upon Wargs revealed themselves. There had been at least 7 by your rushed and panicked count. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, bringing your other hand to grip your weapon.

Just as the Warg lunged towards you, you unsheathed your sword and swung at its throat, cutting down your first attacker. As the Warg fell and the orc crashed to the floor along with it, a loud pained cry came from the beast as its final sound.

The volume of the cry had been so loud that the sound carried all the way to where the company had set up camp. Everyone was up and alert, already heading towards the forest, weapons in hand, purely concerned for your safety.

“Y/N!” The members called loudly, each panicked, unknowing of your whereabouts apart from the occasional scream, fearing that one of them may have come from you.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!” The fear that they couldn’t save you grew, making them more irrational in their choice of direction. They had all spread out, splitting off in different directions, all in the hope of spotting their youngest member.

They searched and searched until finally, Bilbo had spotted you. “SHE’S OVER HERE!” He shouted over towards his companions who soon barrelled towards the direction he was in. But once arriving and witnessing the full extent of the situation, they all became slack jawed and wide eyed.

There you stood, over an orc that scrambled to get away, surrounded by its fellow attackers. You buried your sword deep into its chest, therefor ending its life. Wargs and orcs littered the ground surrounding you, all dead and bloody.

You heaved for breath, chest rising and falling as you took in your surroundings. You were covered in blood also, though majority of it belonging to your enemies. Another twig snapped and you whipped around with your weapon raised in front of you.

But unlike earlier, you were met with the sight of 13 dwarves and a hobbit. You relaxed, sighing as you let your arms drop, sword stained with blood lowering along with them. “Hey guys.”

The company had become rather speechless to what they had just bear witness to. Their youngest, most “fragile” member had just demolished an entire pack of orcs and their Wargs, all on their lonesome.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared at them, a feeling of uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach. “Uh-what’s wrong? Hello?”

Thorin stormed straight towards you, so much so that you even flinched slightly at his sudden movements. Once he stood tall before you, you shrank into yourself, expecting a loud, gruelling lecture about heading away from everyone, but he pleasantly surprised you when he grinned down at you and brought you into a hug.

You froze slightly, unsure of what to do. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He spoke, although you could hear the proud grin through his tone. You smiled ever so slightly as he broke away from you.

“It appears we had underestimated you lass.” Balin spoke, earning nods and hums in agreement from the others.

“YOU’RE TELLING ME??!!” You exclaimed loudly, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

The others chuckled, a grin forcing its way on to your own face. Thorin put a hand on your shoulder and directed you towards the others. Dwalin slapped your back, making you lurch forward. You brushed your hair back which fell in front of your face from the sheer force of his pat and smiled up at him.

“Ye did good lass.” He spoke in his usual gruff voice, although an ever so small smile was present on his face hidden by his kempt beard.

“I know.” You placed your hands on your hips and walked past the group, heading back towards camp, confidence once again oozing off of you. The nights events surely boosted your ego.

Fíli and Kíli had quickly caught up towards you and bumped your side with their elbows. “Honestly, how did you do it?” You laughed and slung your arms over their shoulders.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m absolutely exhausted from being so badass.” You smirked and the others who trailed behind you back to camp laughed at your antics. “Maybe now you’ve all learned to be a little less judgemental when it comes to age.” You spoke, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

You removed your arms from around the boys’ shoulders and headed over towards your bedroll once you re-entered the clearing where camp was set up. “Goodnight lads.” And with that, you laid down into your bedroll and tucked yourself in, falling fast asleep soon after.

The others smiled at you as many followed your example, excluding those on watch. They were sure to never underestimate you again.

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MY FIRST REQUEST AHHHHH

Honestly, I really hope I didn’t mess up too much with the story. I was a bit iffy about the ending but I really don’t know how I should finish it up other than what I’ve written

I hope you enjoy and I especially hope that this fits what the requester wanted!

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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